The Golden Compass

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The fog in Oakhaven did not roll in; it settled, like a heavy, grey wool blanket draped over the shoulders of the world, smelling of wet slate and rotting peat. You knew the weight of it in your bones before you saw it in the streets. You were the town’s keeper of records, a man whose job was to trace the lineage of property, to untangle the knotted roots of who owned what, and who had died...

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