The Golden Compass

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The bell tolled at dusk. It was a heavy, iron sound that shook the dust from the rafters of the Great Hall. Elias sat at the long oak table, his hands folded around a clay bowl. The soup was cold. He had not touched it. He was the Archivist of the Citadel. A man of ink and index cards. A man who sorted the chaos of the world into neat, numbered rows. For thirty years, he had served the Order....

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