The Golden Compass

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The fog did not roll in. It rose. It climbed from the black water like a living thing, thick and gray and smelling of iron. Margaret stood on the pier. Her boots were wet. The wood groaned under her weight. She looked at the sea. The sea looked back. It did not blink. She had come to find the missing. Three names. Three souls. They had vanished into the mist. The Bureau of Anomalies wanted them...

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