The Golden Compass

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2026-08-19 17:02:33 -

The scent of rosemary and burnt honey was the first thing Elias remembered, a thick, cloying veil that pressed against his consciousness before the light did. He lay in the narrow bed of his stone cottage, the ceiling beams groaning under the weight of centuries of rain and wind. For thirty years, he had been the apothecary of Oakhaven, a village nestled in the shadow of the gray mountains...

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