The Golden Compass

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2026-08-20 10:30:39 -

The river was high. It swelled against the banks with a muddy, relentless force, swallowing the toe of the earth where the willows grew. Thomas sat on the stone step of the mill, his legs dangling over the edge. He was twelve years old, and his hands were stained with the dark, permanent ink of the press. The air smelled of wet slate and coal smoke. It was a smell that had settled into the...

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