The Golden Compass
The rain had been falling for three days, a steady, gray sheet that turned the dirt roads of the Appalachian foothills into rivers of slush, a landscape that seemed to bleed moisture into the very bones of those who walked through it. Elias Thorne moved through this deluge with the mechanical precision of a man who had long since ceased to view the weather as an element of nature and had begun...
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