The Golden Compass

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The brass buttons on your tunic catch the grey light of the workshop, cold and hard as small, dead stars. You are Major Elias Thorne, and you are standing in the center of a room that smells of ozone, wet wool, and the metallic tang of old blood. It is 1893, and the rain hammers against the high, arched windows of the blacksmith’s forge, a rhythmic drumming that seems to sync with the beating...

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