The Golden Compass

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The cold in the Ashworth manor was not a temperature but a presence, a heavy, wet weight that settled on Elias’s shoulders like a shroud. He was twelve years old, though the years felt stretched and thin in the dark, and he stood alone in the hallway, his fingers trembling as he reached for the brass knob of the study door. His father, Edward Ashworth, lay in the upstairs room, his breath...

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