The Golden Compass

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The bell rang. It was the hour of departure. Elias stood at the gate of the city, his hands bound by iron links that chafed the skin raw. The metal was cold. It was always cold. He looked back at the tower. It loomed against the bruised sky, a finger of stone pointing accusingly at the clouds. "Go," the warden said. The warden did not look at him. The warden looked at the street. The street was...

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