The Golden Compass

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The river did not flow so much as it was dragged, a slow, muscular heave of grey water pulling at the roots of the willows that leaned over the bank like old women gossiping about secrets they had kept for too long, and Elara stood at the edge of the water, her boots sinking into the mud, feeling the cold seep up through the soles and into the bones of her shins, a sensation that was not quite...

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