The Golden Compass

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The rain had stopped. It lay on the leaves in silver beads, trembling. I left the house at dawn. The air was cold. It bit into my lungs. I carried the jar. It was heavy. Glass. Thick. The honey inside was dark. Amber. It caught the gray light. I did not look back. My name is Arthur. I am old. My knees ache. The pain is a constant companion. It whispers to me. It reminds me of my limits. I...

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