The Golden Compass
The fog that settled over the city of Oakhaven did not behave like the natural mists that rolled in from the harbor at dawn, but instead hung in the air with a deliberate, suffocating weight, as if the sky itself had decided to hold its breath and wait for a confession that no one had yet thought to give. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the ancient stone bridge that spanned the River Ael, his...
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