The Golden Compass

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The fire took the roof first. You remember the sound, not the heat. A snapping, like a bone breaking in a quiet room, followed by a roar that swallowed the breath from your lungs. You were thirteen, a age of sharp edges and duller thoughts, and you stood in the courtyard of the Abbey, watching the timber groan and bow under the weight of the smoke. The air tasted of ash and old wool, a flavor...

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