The Golden Compass

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The train station in Millbrook was a concrete beast, breathing steam and coal smoke into the grey November air. Elias Thorne stood by the platform edge, his coat thin and worn at the elbows. He held his hat in his hands. The brim was frayed. He had lived here for forty years. He knew every crack in the pavement, every rusted bolt in the signal tower. But today, he was leaving. His daughter,...

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