The Golden Compass

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The iron furnace in the basement of the Whitmore foundry did not sleep, nor did it forgive. It hummed a low, constant note that vibrated in the teeth and settled in the marrow, a sound so pervasive that Elias Whitmore had ceased to hear it as noise and began to hear it as the rhythm of his own blood. He sat at his workbench, a slab of seasoned oak scarred by decades of hammer blows and acid...

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