The Golden Compass

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The train cut through the fog like a blade through gray silk, its iron belly humming with a low, persistent thrum that seemed to vibrate in the marrow of Elias Thorne’s bones. He sat in the corner of the second-class carriage, his knees pressed together, a wicker basket resting on his lap. Inside, wrapped in layers of oilcloth and straw, lay the last of the colony’s heritage: a single, ancient...

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