The Golden Compass
The rain falls on your face. It is cold. It is wet. You feel it. You are wet. You are cold. You walk. The mud sucks at your boots. You pull them free. You walk. The road is long. The road is gray. The sky is gray. You look up. You look down. You look at your hands. They are red. They are stiff. They are your hands. They are not your hands. They are the hands of the man who took the money. They...
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