The Golden Compass

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The rain on the cobblestones of the old quarter did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended curtain of grey water that turned the street into a mirror of rotting leaves and broken lantern light. I stood there, my hand pressed against the damp brick of the alleyway, feeling the cold seep into the joints of my fingers, the same cold that had lived in my bones for twenty years since the fever...

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