The Golden Compass
The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed against the canvas roof of the bus, a rhythmic, indifferent heartbeat. Dr. Elias Thorne sat in the middle seat, his spine rigid. He wore a coat that had seen better decades, its fabric thin and grey. Beside him, a young woman named Clara stared out the window. She watched the trees blur into grey streaks. They were moving away from the city....
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