The Golden Compass

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The rain in Oakhaven did not wash things clean; it only made the grime slicker, turning the cobblestones into a treacherous mirror of the sky above. You stand over Silas, his chest heaving against the wet stone, the blood from his split lip mixing with the rainwater to form a dark, swirling pool at your boots. Your sword, a heavy broadsword you have carried for twelve years, is still raised,...

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