The Golden Compass

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended curtain of gray water that turned the Scottish highlands into a wet, breathing mouth, and inside the small, stone cottage with its single, glowing window, Callum sat with his hands wrapped around a mug of tea that had gone cold an hour ago, watching the condensation trace jagged, erratic paths down the glass, each droplet a tiny, trembling...

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