The Golden Compass

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The feast hall of the Iron Keep smelled of roasted boar and wet wool. It was a thick, cloying scent that clung to the throat. Lord Aldric sat at the high table, his face a mask of weary patience. He watched the soldiers drink. He watched them fight. He watched the fire. Across the hall, his wife, Elara, sat in silence. She did not eat. She did not drink. She simply looked at the floor. Her...

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