The Golden Compass
The storm hit the mill at midnight. It did not knock. It broke. Glass shattered against the slate roof. Rain poured in sheets, gray and cold. Elias woke. The house shook. He sat up. His wife, Clara, was already standing. She wore her nightgown. It was soaked. The water was coming through the ceiling. It dripped on her face. She did not wipe it. She looked at him. Her eyes were wide. They were...
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