The Golden Compass

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The air in the great hall of Thornwood Manor tasted of stale smoke and impending rain, a metallic tang that coated the back of Aldric’s throat as he stood before the high table. The candles flickered in the draft, casting long, dancing shadows against the tapestries that depicted ancestors who had long since turned to dust. Across the table, Lord Silas, the head of the House Guard, sat with his...

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