The Golden Compass

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The key clicked down, and the sound it made was not a click but a low, wet hum that vibrated in Elara Vane’s molars. She sat in the telegraph office, her hands wrapped around the brass lever, listening to the static that had no business existing in a line that ran through solid rock and empty air. Outside, the November wind stripped the leaves from the sycamores, but inside, the air was thick...

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