The Golden Compass

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The fog rolled off the Blackwater Estuary in thick, grey curtains that smelled of brine and decaying kelp, swallowing the industrial skeleton of the town of Oakhaven whole, until the only thing that remained was the rhythmic, metallic thrum of the bellows and the terrified, pulsing heartbeat of Elias Thorne, who stood in the center of the foundry, holding a piece of molten glass that was not...

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