The Golden Compass

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The rain did not fall; it hung in the air, a thick, grey curtain that smelled of wet wool and old stone. "You’re doing it again," Mrs. Gable said. Her voice was not loud, but it cut through the damp silence of the kitchen like a knife through cold butter. She stood by the sink, her back to him, her shoulders rigid. The water ran in a steady, monotonous hiss, filling the basin until it...

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