The Golden Compass

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The wine had soured in the crystal, a sharp, acetic tang that Elias Thorne could taste on the back of his teeth long after the glass had been emptied, a lingering taste of the feast that had served only to highlight his own insignificance. He stood at the edge of the banquet hall, his hands clasped tightly behind his back, watching the senior archivists laugh over the remnants of the roasted...

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