The Golden Compass

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The mud was black. It clung to the boots of Sergeant Elias Thorne. It soaked into the hem of his tunic. The rain did not fall. It hung in the air. A thick, gray veil. The road to the Citadel was long. It wound through the valley. The trees were bare. They looked like skeletal fingers. They reached for the sky. Elias walked. He did not look up. He looked at his hands. They were shaking. Inside...

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