The Golden Compass

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The rain in Bermondsey did not wash the city clean; it merely made the grime slicker, turning the cobblestones into treacherous mirrors that reflected the gaslight in shattered, trembling pools. Elias Thorne stood in the mud, his boots sinking with every shift of his weight, the leather of his uniform soaked through to the skin, while the compass in his left hand hummed with a low, animal...

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