The Golden Compass

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The dream was not a vision but a digestion. You were standing in the cellar of Blackwood Manor, not looking at the dark, but being looked at by it, a sensation of cold teeth pressing against the base of your skull. In the dream, the air tasted of copper and old rain, and you realized with a detached, clinical horror that you were not Elias Thorne the physician, but the medicine itself, the...

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