The Golden Compass

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The air in the community center smelled of damp wool, floor wax, and the metallic tang of impending violence, a thick, cloying atmosphere that hung over the gathered townspeople of Oakhaven like a shroud of gray wool pressed against the skin, while inside the center, Deputy Sheriff Elias Thorne stood rigid, his hands clasped behind his back in a posture of disciplined restraint that felt...

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