The Golden Compass

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The crack in the mirror was not a flaw. It was a map. Elias Thorne held the shard in his palm. It cut him. The blood was red, hot, and immediate. He did not pull his hand away. He looked at the blood on the glass. He looked at the crack that ran through his own reflection. It looked like a river. It looked like a vein. He was a glazier in a town that had forgotten how to see. The house was old....

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