The Golden Compass

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The train screamed against the rails. It was a sound that tore the night open. The carriage swayed. It smelled of coal smoke and wet wool. Arthur sat by the window. His hands were still. They rested on his knees. He wore a grey suit. It was old. The fabric wore thin at the elbows. He looked at the tracks. The lights blurred into streaks. Gold. Red. White. He was a clockmaker. He fixed time for...

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