The Golden Compass

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The mist lay heavy upon the valley of Oakhaven, a white shroud that swallowed the hills and left only the stone walls of the houses visible, like the ribs of old beasts. Inside the cottage at the edge of the village, Thomas sat alone. The fire had burned down to embers, a dull red pulse in the hearth. He did not look at the door, where the silence hung thick and expectant. He looked instead at...

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