The Golden Compass

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The scanner light, a harsh and unblinking white, sliced through the dust motes hanging in the stagnant air of the archive room, and Elias Thorne watched the beam devour the page of the Vane Journal, the leather cover creaking under the pressure of the machine’s clamp. He sat across the small metal table from Director Halloway, whose hands were folded neatly on the surface, the nails trimmed...

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