The Golden Compass

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The water was black and thick, tasting of iron and old blood. You woke with your throat constricted, the sheets twisted tight around your wrists as if you were still trying to pull air from the silt. Three hours of sleep, maybe four. The dawn light in Oakhaven was a pale, sickly yellow, cutting through the gap in the shutters and landing on the dust motes dancing in the stagnant air. You...

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