The Golden Compass

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The fog in the valley of Aethelgard did not lift; it merely thinned, revealing the jagged teeth of the limestone cliffs that held the sky in a bruised purple grip. Elias Vance moved through the mist with the heavy, deliberate gait of a man whose bones had been forged in the dark, his fingers numb against the hilt of a sword that felt less like steel and more like a cold, metallic extension of...

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