The Golden Compass

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The snow was falling in sheets. It was not the gentle kind. It was a wall. White and hard and endless. You walked until your boots filled with ice. You kicked it out. You walked on. The wind cut through your wool. It found the gaps in your armor. It bit at your throat. You carried the shield. It was heavy. Iron and oak. Scratched and dented. It was yours. It had been yours since you were a boy....

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