The Golden Compass

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The mud on the boots of the survey team was a dark, sucking thing, indifferent to the boots that tried to hold it at bay. Elias Thorne wiped his brow with a handkerchief that had long since lost its crispness, now merely a gray rag of salt and soil. He stood on the ridge of the Appalachian foothills, the air thin and sharp, tasting of pine resin and coming rain. Below him, the valley stretched...

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