The Golden Compass

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The ash was not merely black; it was a void that drank the morning light, a substance so dense and cold that it seemed to weigh down the very air of the millhouse. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the grinding room, his fingers buried in the pile where the winter wheat had been, and felt the grit settle into the crevices of his nails, a fine, powdery death that coated his skin like a second,...

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