The Golden Compass
The great hall of Blackwood Manor was a cavern of shadow and smoke, lit by a thousand tallow candles that burned with a sickly, trembling orange light, casting the faces of the gathered knights into masks of wax and gold. Sir Julian Thorne stood at the center of the circular floor, his armor polished to a mirror sheen that reflected the chaotic swirl of the banquet, and he felt the weight of...
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