The Golden Compass

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The fog did not roll into the valley so much as it settled, a thick, grey wool that pressed against the windows of the manor until the glass groaned under the weight of the damp. You are Elias Thorne, forty-two, and your hands are steady, though your heart is not. On the workbench before you sits the Golden Compass, a mechanism of brass and bone that you have spent three years assembling in...

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