The Golden Compass

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The gate was iron. It was old. Rust ate the hinges. Captain Elias Thorne stood before it. He wore a coat of rough wool. It smelled of damp earth and sweat. His face was a map of old scars. He looked tired. He looked young. The house behind the gate was large. Stone walls. High windows. It sat on a hill. The wind pulled at the curtains inside. Elias waited. He did not knock. He knew who lived...

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