The Golden Compass

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The mud on your left knee is dry. It has crusted into a hard, brown armor that pulls at the skin every time you shift your weight. You are sitting on the edge of the cart, watching the wagon master drive the team of oxen toward the village of Blackwood. He does not look back. He never looks back. You watch his back, the broad expanse of leather and wool, receding into the mist that clings to...

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