The Golden Compass

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The feast hall of the County was a cathedral of smoke and sweat, the air thick with the smell of roasted boar and the damp wool of a hundred bodies pressed together for warmth. Elara sat at the edge of the long table, her fingers wrapped tightly around a clay cup that had been chipped three times, the edges worn smooth by the hands of those who had held it before her. She was a guest here, a...

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