The Golden Compass
Chapter One The parish of Kajaani woke in a gray, industrial slumber, the smoke from the peat bogs mixing with the steam of the fish market until the air tasted of ash and brine. It was a town built on the edge of the water, where the industry of the lake dictated the rhythm of the day, and the light came up slow and hard over the frozen trees. Vaino Korhonen stood at the window of the basement...
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