The Golden Compass

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The clock tower did not shatter in the dream; it dissolved into a lattice of suspended glass, each fragment holding a reflection of my own face, distorted and weeping. I woke with the taste of iron in my mouth, the phantom weight of the city’s central spire pressing down on my chest, and I knew with a cold, absolute certainty that the structure I had spent twelve years reinforcing was already...

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