The Golden Compass

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The boiler exploded at dawn. It was not a loud sound, not at first. It was a wet, tearing shriek, like a throat being ripped open by a heavy hand. Then came the roar, a white noise that swallowed the clatter of the brass instruments and the hum of the vacuum pumps. Elias Thorne did not run. He stood in the center of the laboratory, the air thick with the smell of sulfur and burnt copper,...

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