The Golden Compass

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The trowel was cold, heavier than it had been that morning, and Elias Thorne held it against the jagged fissure in the clock tower’s base stone, feeling the metal bite into his palm where the skin had already split from the friction. He was thirty-four years old, a man of precise measurements and quiet habits, and he wanted only the pension that twenty-two years of honest, back-breaking labor...

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