The Golden Compass
Chapter One In the Auvergne, the grey that begins in October does not lift; it settles into the lungs like peat ash, a physical fact of the industrial age. Pierre Fournier stood in the queue for the operator’s post, his scarred hands gripping the tin of wages that held the last of his mother’s medicine money, while the foreman, a man whose face was a mirror of Pierre’s own former arrogance,...
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