The Golden Compass

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The morning mist clung to the cobblestones of the Obsidian Palace like a shroud, thick and damp, smelling of wet stone and old decay, and Elias Thorne walked with his head bowed, clutching the leather case of the Golden Compass against his chest as if it were a holy relic, or perhaps a bomb. He was forty-two years old, a court astronomer whose hands had not stopped trembling in six years, not...

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