The Golden Compass
The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the cobblestones of the lower city into a slick, treacherous mosaic of mud and broken slate, and it was in this perpetual, gray drenching that Captain Elias Thorne marched his small, ragged company up the spiraling causeway toward the Citadel, a fortress of black stone that seemed to grow out of the earth like a jagged tooth, indifferent to the...
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