The Golden Compass

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Thorne. The word hung in the air, sharp as a snip of wire. Elias looked up from the bench. His hands were stained with oil and the rust of old springs. He wiped them on a rag that had long since lost its softness. The shop was quiet, save for the tick of a hundred clocks on the wall. "Mr. Vane is waiting," said Silas, the apprentice. Silas was young, eager, and smelled of cheap tobacco. "He’s...

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