The Golden Compass

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The boy called Thomas stood in the doorway, his hands slick with the residue of crushed rosemary, while Master Halloway spoke from behind the counter. The air in the apothecary was thick, smelling of dried lavender and the metallic tang of the iron pans. Halloway did not look up from his ledger; he only pointed a thick finger at the saffron jar on the high shelf. That jar was the key, the...

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