The Golden Compass

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In the dream, the ink is warm. It pools in the hollow of your throat, tasting of iron and old dust, and you try to swallow it, but it refuses to go down. Instead, it spreads across the inside of your cheeks, turning your skin the color of dried leaves. You wake with the taste still there, metallic and thick, the taste of the *Codex Aureus* that sits on the workbench in the basement of Ashworth...

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