The Golden Compass

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The rain had been falling on the estate of Blackwood Manor for three days without cessation, a gray, relentless curtain that turned the cobblestone drive into a slick, treacherous river of mud and broken slate. Sir Julian Thorne sat in the high-backed chair by the dying fire, his hands wrapped around a mug of tea that had long since gone cold, watching the water drip from the eaves onto the...

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