The Golden Compass

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2026-08-22 03:29:09 -

The air in the hall smelled of roasted goose, waxed wood, and the metallic tang of old brass. It was a thick, cloying scent, the kind that settled in the throat and stayed there, a warning of things too heavy to swallow. You sat at the long oak table, the one that had seen three generations of the Ashworth family argue over land deeds and weather patterns, and you felt the weight of the room...

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