The Golden Compass

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The sky cracked open before dawn. It did not tear, but split, like a ripe fruit bursting under the weight of its own sweetness. The sound was a low, resonant hum, a vibration that settled in the teeth and the marrow. In the valley of Oakhaven, the mist rose not as vapor, but as solid, grey pillars. They stood still. They watched. Tomás sat on the porch of the apothecary. He was twelve years...

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