The Golden Compass
The rain fell on the stone. It was a cold, persistent rain. It turned the flagstones black. It turned the sky grey. The castle stood on the hill. It was a place of power. It was a place of ghosts. Arthur stood by the window. He was a clerk. He wore a grey tunic. His hands were dry. His nails were short. He looked at the rain. He looked at his hands. He felt the dampness in his bones. It was a...
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