The Golden Compass

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The rain fell on the black basalt of the Keep, a relentless, sizzling hiss that turned the ancient stones into a slick, obsidian mirror, and in that mirror, Elias Thorne saw not his own reflection but the face of the boy who had died three winters ago, a boy whose name had been erased from the records by the very hand that now held Elias’s life in its cold, bureaucratic grip, and Elias stood...

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