The Golden Compass

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The sleet had not stopped for three days. It fell in a fine, persistent mist that turned the Scottish Highlands into a watercolor left out in the rain, blurring the edges of the heather and the stone walls until they seemed to dissolve into the grey air. Dr. Elias Thorne walked the moor with the heavy, rhythmic gait of a man who has spent too many years standing still in lecture halls. He was a...

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