The Golden Compass

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The mud sucked at his boots. It was cold. Cold and wet. The rain did not fall. It hung in the air. A fine, grey mist. It clung to the wool of his tunic. It clung to the leather of his shield. The shield was old. Wood. Ox horn. Iron rim. It had served him for ten years. Ten years of service. Ten years of silence. The silence was louder than the drums. The drums were far away. Over the ridge....

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