The Golden Compass

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The rain in the Blackwood Valley did not fall so much as it settled, a persistent, gray mist that clung to the wool of Clara’s coat and seeped into the marrow of her bones. She had been walking for three days, her boots soaked through, her fingers numb against the leather strap of the satchel that held her only possession of value: a brass compass whose needle did not point north. It pointed,...

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