The Golden Compass

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The stone walls of St. Jude’s do not breathe. They stand, thick and cold, against the howling wind that has battered the valley for three days. You are Elias, forty-two, a scribe whose hands are cracked from the winter air and the scratch of the quill. You want to be free. You want the Abbot to fall, to expose the rot in his heart, and to secure your passage out of this stone trap. The Abbot...

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