The Golden Compass

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The tower stood against the twilight like a black tooth in a gray gum. It was not a castle. It was a lighthouse, or perhaps a watchtower, built of stone so old the mortar had turned to dust and memory. Elias stood at the base, his boots sinking into the wet earth. He was a man of few words and many calculations. A structural engineer by trade, he viewed the world as a series of loads and...

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