The Golden Compass

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The air in the Hall of Echoes tasted of copper and stale incense, a metallic tang that coated the back of Aldric’s throat as he stood rigid before the High Chancellor, his spine a steel rod piercing the soft, decaying fabric of his ceremonial coat. The Chancellor, a man whose face had been worn smooth by decades of absolute power, sat upon a throne of black oak inlaid with silver veins, his...

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