The Golden Compass

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The fog rolled in from the moors, thick as wool and white as bone. It swallowed the cobbles of Millbrook. It swallowed the windows. It swallowed the truth. Elias Thorne sat in his study. The room smelled of damp paper and old ink. He was a man of letters. A scholar. He had spent thirty years studying the old tongues. He knew the syntax of dead gods. He could parse the grammar of ruins. But he...

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