The Golden Compass

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The heavy, rusted iron door of the cell groaned open with a sound like a dying man’s last breath, admitting a shaft of pale, watery light that cut through the suffocating darkness of the stone corridor, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the stagnant air before settling upon the rough-hewn flagstones where Arthur Penhaligon sat, his knees drawn to his chest, his hands trembling not with the...

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