The Golden Compass

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The feast was a lie of light and noise in the Grand Hall of the Ashworth Estate, a place of peeling wallpaper and damp rot that smelled of wet stone and old money. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the crowd, his hands trembling so violently that he could not hold his glass of wine without spilling it on his trousers. He was forty-five, but his fingers looked like those of a man twice his age,...

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