The Golden Compass

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The cellar smelled of damp wool and old iron, a scent that had settled into the very stones of the Whitmore house over decades. Elias Whitmore sat on a stool that was too low for his knees, his hands resting on the leather of a half-finished satchel. The leather was good. Top grain, supple, cured with a patience that bordered on devotion. But the thread was cheap. The lining was thin. And the...

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