The Golden Compass
The banquet hall of the High Court was a cavern of gold leaf and polished obsidian, a space where the air hung heavy with the scent of roasted pheasant and the metallic tang of ambition, and here sat Elias Vane, a man whose hands were stained with the indelible grime of the quarry and whose soul was slowly being flayed by the quiet, suffocating pressure of his own survival in this gilded cage....
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