The Golden Compass

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The mud on the bridge was black and slick, a grave for those who fell, and Elias felt the brass astrolabe burn against his hip like a coal. He did not look back at the city, which was already a smear of smoke and silence on the horizon, nor did he look at Mara, who walked behind him with their infant son held tight to her chest, her face a mask of exhausted terror. The mob had gathered at the...

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