The Golden Compass

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The rain did not fall on St. Jude’s Orphanage so much as it was absorbed, the grey sludge of the November sky draining into the porous, cracked facade with a sound like a long, slow sigh. Elias Thorne stood on the wet pavement, his breath pluming in the cold air, watching the water seep into the masonry and vanish, leaving behind a faint, rust-colored stain that pulsed with a rhythm...

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