The Golden Compass

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The astrolabe lay in pieces on the steel table, its brass plates scattered like the shed skin of a dying insect, and Elias Thorne bent over them with the desperate, trembling focus of a man trying to hold water in his cupped hands. He was fifty-two, an archivist at the Meridian Institute, a place that smelled of damp wool and old paper, where the silence was not an absence of sound but a heavy,...

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