The Golden Compass

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The fog rolled in from the harbor, thick and gray, tasting of salt and iron. It clung to the walls of the house like a shroud. Elias Vance sat in the armchair, his hands resting on his knees, fingers stained with grease and old blood. He watched the window. The glass was cracked, a spiderweb of fractures that distorted the world outside. The fog did not break. It simply waited. Elias was a man...

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