The Golden Compass

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The cart groaned under the weight of the glass, a low, wooden moan that seemed to vibrate through the soles of Elias’s boots. He sat in the back, knees drawn up, his small hands gripping the wooden slats until his knuckles turned the color of old bone. Beside him sat Arthur, his older brother by three years, who looked at the horizon with an expression of bored indifference that Elias envied....

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