The Golden Compass

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The rain had not stopped for three days. It fell on the grey slate of the Citadel with the persistence of a debt that could not be repaid. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the cliff, his hand resting on the cold iron of the railing. He watched the mist swirl around the base of the tower, a white shroud swallowing the stone. He was a man of the guard, a man who lived by the geometry of the...

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