The Golden Compass

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2026-08-19 09:09:35 -

The rain had been falling for three days, a steady, gray curtain that blurred the edge of the world and turned the muddy tracks into rivers of slush. It was the kind of weather that seeped into the bones, cold and persistent, indifferent to the presence of men or the ambitions of empires. Thomas Bradshaw sat in the back of the covered wagon, his knees drawn up to his chest, watching the water...

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