The Golden Compass

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The mist rose off the harbor like a breath held too long. It swallowed the docks, the rusted cranes, and the distant lighthouse, leaving only a gray, formless void. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the quay, his uniform pressed to a sharpness that mocked the decay around him. He was a man of angles and shadows, his jaw set in a line that had not relaxed in years. The wind tasted of salt and...

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