The Golden Compass

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The air in the Ministry of Internal Affairs did not smell of paper or dust, but of copper and old rain. It was a scent that settled in the throat, a metallic tang that coated the back of the tongue and refused to be washed away. I am Elias Thorne, thirty-two years old, a clerk of the fourth grade, and I have spent the last six years in this building, breathing this air, waiting for the hum to...

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