The Golden Compass

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The carriage wheels groaned against the packed mud of the lane, a sound like old wood snapping under a heavy hand. Elara Vance watched the estate rise through the fog, its windows dark and hollow, and felt the weight of the iron key in her pocket. She was thirty-two, her hands roughened by years of clerical work in the city, and she had come to sell the house before the winter freeze could turn...

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