The Golden Compass

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The ledger lay open on the wet stone table, the ink still tacky, recording the death of Thomas Halloway in the lower district. Elias Thorne counted the strokes of the quill against his thumb, a dry, rasping friction that matched the sound in his own teeth. It was a low hum, a vibration that started in the jaw and rattled up into the sinuses, a sound like a hive of bees trapped behind the bone....

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