The Golden Compass

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2026-08-20 06:26:38 -

The rain in the Millbrook Valley did not fall; it hung, a grey curtain that smelled of wet wool and iron filings. I was seven years old, or perhaps eight. Time moves differently when you are small and the world is made of heavy, damp things. I sat in the back of my father’s wagon, the wood groaning under the weight of the harvest crates, while he steered the team toward the town square. My...

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