The Golden Compass

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The bell rang. Not a church bell, nor a school chime, but the heavy, iron tongue of the town’s own throat. It vibrated in the marrow of Elara’s bones. The hall was full. Candles guttered. The air smelled of beeswax and old wool and the sharp, metallic tang of fear. She sat at the head table. Her hands were folded. They were still. They had to be still. If they moved, the truth would leak out....

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