The Golden Compass
The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended grey curtain that blurred the edges of the world against the high, industrial windows of the St. Jude’s Rehabilitation Center, a sprawling complex of concrete and glass that stood isolated on a hill overlooking the churning, slate-colored waters of the Hudson River, where the wind tore at the eaves with a persistent, hollow moan that...
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