The Golden Compass

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The mud was thick. It sucked at their boots. Captain Elias Thorne walked fast. His son, Julian, walked behind him. Julian was seven. His hands were small. They were red from the cold. Elias did not look back. He could not look back. If he looked, he would stop. If he stopped, they would lose. The estate loomed ahead. Gray stone. Black windows. The gates were open. They were always open. That...

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