The Golden Compass

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a thick, gray mist that smelled of wet stone and old iron. It was the kind of weather that settled into the bones, making the joints ache with a dull, persistent throb that Elias Vane had learned to ignore years ago. He stood in the center of the Grand Hall of the Inquisitors, the flagstones slick beneath his worn boots, and watched the...

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