The Golden Compass

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The rain had not stopped for three days, a grey, relentless sheet that turned the cobblestones of the Iron Court into slick mirrors of the sky. I was thirty-two, though the hollows beneath my eyes made me look older, and I carried in my satchel a letter from a physician who had given up on my husband, Thomas, and had pointed instead to the legends of the Compass. The sickness in Thomas’s chest...

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