The Golden Compass

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The rain had been falling for three days, a grey, persistent sheet that turned the cobblestones of Harrowgate into slick mirrors reflecting the dim gaslight. I stood at the edge of the town square, my boots soaking through, watching the water pool in the cracks of the pavement. In my hand, I held the silver pocket watch, its chain heavy against my palm, the metal cold as the stone beneath my...

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