The Golden Compass

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The river Alde flowed through the heart of the ancient market town like a vein of liquid mercury, reflecting the slate roofs and the towering, moss-eaten spires of the cathedral that dominated the skyline. It was a place where time had slowed to a viscous crawl, where the air smelled perpetually of wet stone, dried lavender, and the faint, metallic tang of old iron. Here, in the shadow of the...

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