The Golden Compass

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The air in the Athenaeum of Saint Jude’s did not smell of dust or decay, as one might expect of a place that had stood for seven hundred years, but of something far more pungent and persistent, a sweet, rotting scent of overripe figs and wet earth that clung to the back of the throat and refused to be coughed away, and it was into this suffocating embrace that Elias Thorne walked on the morning...

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