The Golden Compass

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The dream was always the same, a grinding of stone on stone deep within the earth, a sound that vibrated up through the soles of my boots and into the marrow of my legs, until I woke with the taste of copper and dust on my tongue and the first grey light of dawn filtering through the cracks in the keep’s shuttered windows. I sat up in the narrow cot, the straw mattress ticking under the weight...

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