The Golden Compass

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The iron gate of the keep was not merely closed; it was welded shut by the weight of centuries, a rusted tooth in the jaw of the earth. Eleanor stood before it, her breath pluming in the thin, cold air, the taste of copper and old blood thick on her tongue. She was not a warrior, not in the way the legends described them, but she carried a sword that had been forged for a different time, a time...

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