The Golden Compass

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The oak doors of the Hall of Whispers stood open, breathing in the cold air of the highlands. Inside, the candlelight did not flicker; it burned with a steady, terrifying intensity, casting long, rigid shadows against the stone walls. King Aldric sat upon the throne of obsidian, his face a mask of marble stillness. Beside him, his son, Prince Julian, watched the room with eyes that held no...

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