The Golden Compass

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The train whistle screamed across the valley, a jagged tear in the grey morning air, and Elias Thorne stepped off the platform with a leather satchel heavy enough to bruise his shoulder. Oakhaven smelled of coal dust and wet wool, the industrial throat of the region grinding down on the town with a relentless, metallic rhythm. He was forty-five, a man whose hands were mapped with old burns and...

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