The Golden Compass

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The rain in the valley did not fall so much as it suspended itself, a fine, grey mist that clung to the wool of your coat and the damp stones of the cobblestones, blurring the line between the earth and the sky until the world felt less like a place and more like a memory slowly dissolving in water. You were walking, as you had walked for three days, toward the house of Silas Thorne, the only...

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