The Golden Compass

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The rain did not fall so much as it pressed against the windows of the Hall of Records, a heavy, gray curtain that blurred the line between the city outside and the institution within. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the circular atrium, his hands locked behind his back, the chains biting into the skin of his wrists with a cold, metallic intimacy. He was a man carved from the same stone as...

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