The Golden Compass

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The cart came to a halt at the edge of the marsh, where the water turned the color of bruised plum. Elias stepped down, his boots sinking into the mud that had been packed hard by centuries of passage, yet still held a yielding, wet softness. He was not a man who looked like he belonged to the ancient lands of the Ashwood Conservancy, nor did he belong to the modern world that had cast him out....

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