The Golden Compass

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The house stood like a broken tooth in the gum of the forest. It was old. Older than the trees. Older than the memory of the man who built it. Elias Thorne walked up the path. His boots crunched on dry leaves. He did not look back. He could not. The wind smelled of wet stone and decay. Elias was a man of questions. He asked them of the dead. He asked them of the walls. He asked them of the air....

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