The Golden Compass

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It was the third winter. The air in the Hall of Whispers tasted of copper and old dust. Elara sat on the cold stone floor. Her knees were drawn up. She held a bowl of black broth in her hands. The liquid steamed. It smelled of rot and honey. She did not drink. Across the room, Lord Vane stood by the hearth. He wore fur. It was white. It looked like snow that had died. He was speaking to the...

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