The Golden Compass

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The rain in the Northumberland moors did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended gray mist that clung to the wool of their uniforms and seeped into the very marrow of their bones, blurring the boundary between the living and the dead, between the solid earth and the void that opened up beneath it, a relentless, wet erasure of the world that Thomas Bradshaw had spent his entire career trying...

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