The Golden Compass

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The hilt of the sword was slick with sweat and the fine, rust-colored dust of the courtyard, a cold weight in Elias Thorne’s hand that did nothing to steady the trembling of his fingers. He stood alone in the mud of the fortress yard, the autumn air biting at his face, while above him, in the shadow of the tower, Lord Vane watched with the detached stillness of a man observing a pest. Elias...

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