The Golden Compass

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Thorne, stop that. The voice was Magistrate Vane’s, sharp and dry as the autumn air that had begun to bite at the windows of the municipal archive, cutting through the low, persistent hum that Elias Thorne had been ignoring for the better part of the morning. Elias looked up from his ledger, his fingers stained with iron-gall ink, and saw the magistrate standing in the doorway of the cramped...

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