The Golden Compass

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The mortar was breathing. Elias woke with the taste of wet stone in his mouth, the same gritty, alkaline film that coated his tongue every time the dream took him back to the barracks, where the joints between the bricks expanded and contracted like the ribs of a sleeping beast. He sat up in the dark, his hands trembling not from cold, but from the sheer, physical weight of the structure...

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