The Golden Compass

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The fog did not lift. It thickened, a grey wool drawn tight against the face of the earth. Elias stood in the center of the rotunda, his boots sinking into the wet moss that had colonized the ancient flagstones. The air tasted of iron and rot. He was not supposed to be here. The order had been clear. Hold the line. Do not follow the sound. But the sound had a voice, and the voice was his own,...

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