The Golden Compass

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The rain on the windowpane sounded like static, a low, white noise that filled the silence of the room until it felt less like sound and more like a presence, a thick, damp weight pressing against the glass. I lay in the bed, the sheets tangled around my legs, and I watched the water bead and slide, each drop a tiny, perfect lens distorting the dark garden beyond. It was the third night of the...

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