The Golden Compass

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The fog did not just obscure the valley; it consumed it, a thick, white miasma that smelled of wet wool and old stone. Elias Thorne walked with his head down, his boots sinking into the soft, black earth of the moor. He was a man who had spent thirty years chasing the invisible, a detective who specialized not in fingerprints or motives, but in the subtle wrongness of the world. He called it a...

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