The Golden Compass

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The mist does not clear over the Archive of St. Jude; it merely thickens, pressing against the stained glass like a wet hand against a face. You are Elias Thorne, forty-two years old, and your fingers are stained permanently with the black soot of the copying desks. You want only the permanent clerkship, the small salary that would finally erase the debt your father left behind, but High...

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