The Golden Compass

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The morning light entered the high, vaulted ceilings of the Imperial Archive not as a gift but as an interrogation, slanting through the dust-choked air in rigid, golden beams that seemed to pin the world in place with the precision of a taxidermist’s needle. Thomas Bradshaw stood before the reading desk, his hands resting flat against the cold oak surface, feeling the grain beneath his palms...

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