The Golden Compass

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The rain had not stopped for three days, and it was not the kind of rain that cleansed the air but the kind that settled into the bones, a cold, persistent ache that mirrored the throbbing in my father’s temples. We were on the road to the coast, a long, winding stretch of gravel that seemed to stretch endlessly into the gray horizon, my father’s horse, a tired old mare named Bess, pulling our...

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