The Golden Compass

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The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the roads outside of Oakhaven into a slurry of mud and broken stone. Elias Thorne drove his cart through the grey mist, the horses’ breath steaming in the cold air, the jolt of the wheels sending a dull ache through his spine. He was a man who had spent his life measuring the distance between things. Between the seed and the soil. Between the...

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