The Golden Compass

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The wind did not howl; it whispered, a low, sibilant thread that pulled at the hem of Elias Thorne’s coat like a ghostly hand seeking reassurance. He stood at the edge of the Shifting Glade, a place that existed in the interstices of the modern world, a fold in the fabric of reality where the laws of physics bowed to the whims of memory. The trees here were not trees, but towering pillars of...

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