The Golden Compass

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The letter lay on the desk, its seal unbroken, the paper thick and creamy, smelling faintly of the lemon oil the Chief Justice kept in his drawer. Elias Thorne picked it up. It was heavy for something so small, a weight that seemed to settle into the palm of his hand before the words even registered. He was forty-two years old, a scribe of twelve years’ service, and he had been waiting for this...

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