The Golden Compass

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The rain had turned the gravel drive of Blackwood Manor into a slurry of mud and rot, a mirror for the gray sky that hung low and heavy over the estate. I am Elias Thorne, forty-two, a junior archivist whose hands trembled not from the cold, but from the sheer, crushing weight of the leather-bound volume I held in my damp gloves. My want was simple and desperate: to secure my permanent position...

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