The Golden Compass

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The rain had not stopped for three days, and the mud on the road to the northern border had turned into a slurry that swallowed our boots up to the ankles. We were moving toward the ridge where the old stories said the boundary lines were drawn not by men but by beasts that had walked the earth before the first stone was laid. I was a soldier, though the word felt ill-fitting in this age where...

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