The Golden Compass

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The rain in Harrow’s End did not fall so much as it settled, a gray silt that coated the thatch and the stone and the skin of anyone foolish enough to walk the lanes without a hood. It was a town that had forgotten the century, where the air tasted of wet wool and stale bread, and the shadows under the eaves seemed to have weight, pressing against the doorframes like beggars. Elias Thorne wiped...

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