The Golden Compass

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The road was a scar of red clay. It bled under the heavy iron wheels of the cart. Rain fell. Cold. Silent. It soaked through the wool of Elias’s coat. He did not shiver. He had forgotten how to shiver. He was a Warden. A man of the Law. The Law was a stone in his gut. Cold. Hard. Unyielding. It had crushed the softness of his boyhood years ago. It had crushed his wife. It had crushed his hope....

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