The Golden Compass

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The separation was not a dramatic tearing of flesh but a slow, grinding erosion of the air between them, a vacuum that expanded until it swallowed the light in the corridor. Margaret Holloway stood in the antechamber of the High Court, her fingers trembling not from fear but from the sudden, terrifying weight of the small, cold object she had clutched in her palm for three days, a heavy iron...

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