The Golden Compass
October 12, 2024 I woke with the taste of copper in my mouth and the distinct, nauseating sensation that the air in the bedroom was too thin to breathe, a phantom pressure against my throat that vanished only when I sat up and saw the morning light filtering through the sheer curtains to reveal Clara sleeping peacefully on her side, her face unlined and serene in a way that felt almost...
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