The Golden Compass

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The rain did not fall; it hung in the air, a thick, grey mist that smelled of wet stone and old copper. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the Atrium, his boots sinking slightly into the polished marble floor, which was not marble at all but a compacted layer of bones and sand, smoothed by centuries of feet. The building had no name, only a function. It was the Court of Final Reckoning, a...

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