The Golden Compass

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The clock tower groaned. It was a sound like a man clearing his throat before a difficult confession. Margaret stood in the shadow of the gears. The iron was cold. It bit into her skin. She did not flinch. Inspector Harrow was late. He was always late. He liked the element of surprise. Or perhaps he simply enjoyed the silence. Silence was a luxury in the Mill District. The looms never stopped....

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