The Golden Compass

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The cold in the workshop was not the sharp, clean chill of winter, but a thick, damp stagnation that settled into the joints of Elias Thorne’s hands, which he flexed now, testing the stiffness in the knuckles, the same way a mechanic might check a tire for pressure before a long haul. He stood before the workbench, the brass gears of the clock tower’s escapement spread out before him like the...

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