The Golden Compass

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The mist in the valley of Oren’s Gate did not lift; it settled, a thick, wet wool that choked the light and swallowed the sound of Elias Thorne’s boots. He stood at the edge of the magistrate’s office, a stone structure that looked less like a seat of governance and more like a tomb built for the living, while his wife, Mara, shifted her weight from one foot to the other, her breath pluming in...

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