The Golden Compass

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The heavy oak doors of the Great Hall had not been opened in three centuries, yet the air within did not smell of dust or decay, but of ozone and wet stone, a scent that clung to the back of Elias Thorne’s throat like a physical weight. He stood alone in the center of the rotunda, his boots sinking slightly into the marble floor, which was veined with cracks that pulsed with a faint, rhythmic...

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