The Golden Compass

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The station at Harrowgate smelled of wet wool and coal smoke. It was a smell that had settled into the bones of the town, a heavy, gray fog that clung to the skin even when the wind tried to strip it away. Elias Thorne stood by the iron railing, his coat buttoned to the chin. He watched the platform empty. The rain tapped a frantic rhythm against the glass of the waiting room, a sound like...

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