The Golden Compass

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The house of Alistair Vane did not stand so much as it endured, a skeletal finger pointing accusingly at the bruised sky of the Scottish Highlands, where the rain fell not in drops but in a continuous, weeping sheet that erased the boundary between earth and atmosphere. It was a place of stone and silence, of timber beams that groaned under the weight of centuries, and Alistair moved through...

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