The Golden Compass

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The rain had been falling for three days, a gray and relentless curtain that turned the cobblestones of the Old Quarter into slick mirrors of the sky, reflecting nothing but the damp, heavy clouds that pressed down upon the city like a lid on a jar. I walked through it, my boots heavy with sludge, my coat soaked through to the skin, feeling the chill seep into the marrow of my bones as if the...

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