The Golden Compass

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The rain had not ceased for three days, turning the cobblestones of the square into a slick, black mirror that reflected the jagged, rain-lashed eaves of the manor house where Elias Thorne stood, his hands trembling not from the cold but from the sheer, crushing weight of the glass vial he clutched against his chest. Inside the vial, a liquid the color of bruised plums swirled with a faint,...

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