The Golden Compass

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The candle wax pooled on the oak desk, a slow, amber tear that threatened to swallow the edge of the parchment, while Elias Thorne leaned forward, his knuckles white against the wood, his eyes fixed on the Abbot with a ferocity that had no place in a man of forty who had spent his life in the quiet dust of the scriptorium. "You are asking me to watch him die," Elias said, his voice low and...

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