The Golden Compass
The sky tore open above the mill town of Oakhaven not with the polite grey curtain of a typical November afternoon, but with a violent, screaming white light that seemed to strip the skin off the world, leaving behind a silence so profound it felt like a physical weight pressing against the eardrums. In the sudden, blinding absence of shadow, Elias Thorne stood in the center of the cobblestone...
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