The Golden Compass

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The iron key was cold, gritty with rust that flaked under Elias Thorne’s thumb like dead skin. He turned it twice, the mechanism grinding with a sound like a dog choking on a bone, and the gate to the Hollow swung open on hinges that screamed in the damp air. At thirty-four, Elias was a Warden, a title that meant little to the villagers in the valley below but everything to his brother, who sat...

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