The Golden Compass

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The fog in Blackwood County did not merely obscure the world; it seemed to consume it, a grey, industrial miasma that clung to the iron gates of the Blackwood Asylum with the tenacity of a leech. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood before the gatehouse, his uniform damp and stiff, his hands trembling not from the November cold but from the violent, rhythmic thrumming of the brass compass in his pocket....

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