The Golden Compass

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The fog in the city of Valdris does not rise from the river, as fogs do, but seeps up from the cobblestones themselves, a grey, sentient membrane that presses against the windows of the Archive like a living thing seeking entry. I, Elias, scribe of the Third Order and son of the late Archival Custodian, find my hand trembling so violently that the ink blots upon the parchment, forming shapes...

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