The Golden Compass

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The pestle ground against the obsidian bowl, a rhythmic crushing that sent a low, thrumming vibration up through Elara’s wrist and into the hollow of her shoulder. She did not stop, though the sound was growing louder, a subsonic hum that seemed to vibrate the very marrow of her bones, a frequency that only she could hear, a sound that intensified whenever she spoke a lie. In the damp stone...

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