The Golden Compass

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The hammer had been ringing against the anvil for six hours, the rhythm a dull, metallic thud that seemed to sync with the ache in Elias’s shoulders. He counted the strikes as he worked, one for each year since the trial, two for the days since the accusation, a relentless tally that blurred into a single, grinding motion of arm and metal. The forge was hot, the air thick with the smell of coal...

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