The Golden Compass

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The salt tastes like iron on your tongue, thick and gritty, coating the back of your throat. You are Elara, thirty-two, and your hands are stained the color of dried blood from the loom. The foreman, Kolar, stands before you in the dim, yellow light of the mine office, his shadow stretching long and thin across the dusty floorboards. He holds the golden brooch in his palm, turning it over with...

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