The Golden Compass

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The letter arrived on a Tuesday, wrapped in paper so thin it seemed to breathe through his fingers. Arthur Pendelton stood in the doorway of his late aunt's cottage on the Cornish coast, the salt wind carrying the scent of thyme and iron, and read the words that would unravel thirty years of careful silence. "Eleanor has left everything to her nephew Arthur—the house, the garden, the...

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