The Golden Compass

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The mortar was dry. Elias wiped his hands on his apron. The clay dust stuck. It was a fine, grey powder. It smelled of earth and old rain. He looked at the bowl. It was empty. He was a potter. No, not just a potter. He was a supplier. He made the vessels. He made the tools. He made the things that held the poison. The factory was cold. Steam hissed in the pipes. The air was thick. It hung in...

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