The Golden Compass

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The cellar smelled of damp earth and old varnish. Elias Thorne stood before the long oak table, his hands trembling slightly as he adjusted the lens of his loupe. The light from the single tungsten bulb overhead cast sharp, unyielding shadows against the stone walls. It was a space beneath the house, a place of storage and silence, where the air hung heavy and still. Around him, the remnants of...

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