The Golden Compass
Act I The bayou settlement of St. Viateur hummed with the low, industrial thrum of the peat cutters, a sound that vibrated through the soles of the boots worn by the men who walked the muddy levees, a relentless mechanical pulse that marked the rhythm of a town built on extracted earth and burning fuel, a landscape of black water and pale cypress knees stretching out under a sky the color of...
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