The Golden Compass

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The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, gray weeping that turned the cobblestones of the Old Quarter into slick mirrors reflecting the bruised sky, and it was in this damp, suffocating silence that Elias Thorne stood before the high, arched window of his cell, watching the water drip from the eaves with the mechanical precision of a clock counting down to an inevitable, quiet...

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