The Golden Compass

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The ledger was heavy, bound in cracked leather that smelled of damp wool and old pennies. Elias Thorne held it with both hands, his knuckles white against the spine, standing in the narrow aisle of the Oakhaven Municipal Archive where the air hung thick with the scent of decaying paper. He was nineteen, a junior clerk with ink-stained fingers and a mind that felt like it was leaking through the...

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