The Golden Compass

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The rain had not stopped for three days, and the city of Oakhaven sat under a lid of grey water that turned the cobblestones into slick, dark mirrors. You stood in the center of the square, the weight of your uniform a familiar, heavy second skin against your back. You were a constable of the night watch, a role that had defined your existence since the day you were born into the garrison...

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