The Golden Compass

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The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a fine, gray mist that settled into the pores of the skin and remained there, a dampness that no amount of warmth could dry. Elias sat in the back of the limousine, the leather seats cool and smooth against his hands, which were bound together with a strip of silk so delicate it might have been a vein made visible. He was not afraid. That was the...

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