The Golden Compass

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The hall smelled of roasted goose and stale tobacco. Captain Elias Thorne sat at the head of the long oak table. His uniform was pressed. The brass buttons caught the chandelier light. They were small, cold stars. He did not eat. He watched the steam rise from the plate. It curled. It vanished. The room was full. Officers in dress blues. Wives in silk. The air was thick. It pressed against the...

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