The Golden Compass

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The fog did not roll in; it stood. It was a wall of grey wool, dense and wet, pressing against the windows of the cartographer’s cottage with the patience of a debt collector. Elias Thorne sat at his drafting table, the brass compass in his hand trembling with a low, subsonic hum that rattled his teeth. He was forty-two, but his hands shook like those of a man twice his age, and the ink on the...

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