The Golden Compass
The rain did not fall so much as it existed, a heavy, grey curtain that erased the horizon and bound the world to the immediate, suffocating reality of the stone walls that enclosed the watchtower of Blackwood Keep. Sir Thomas Ashworth, a man whose bones had long since learned the geometry of the armor he wore, stood before the tall, narrow mirror that hung on the interior wall, a relic of a...
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