The Golden Compass

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The rain in Oakhaven had a way of settling into the bones before the skin could register it, a cold, damp persistence that seemed to come from the earth itself rather than the sky. Elias Thorne walked with his head down, the heavy wool of his coat absorbing the moisture until it weighed against him like a second, leaden skin. He was a large man, built for the kind of labor that left calluses on...

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