The Golden Compass

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The ink in Elias Thorne’s fountain pen was the same dull, oxidized brown as the soot that settled on the windowpanes of the Imperial Foundry’s administrative wing, a viscous medium that seemed to resist the flow of truth as much as it resisted the nib. He sat at his heavy oak desk, the wood polished to a mirror sheen by years of anxious hands, and recorded the consumption of the iron-rich tonic...

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