The Golden Compass

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Act I The sound of the city was the wet, rhythmic scraping of ice against stone, a noise that lived in the marrow before it reached the ear. Astrid Odden stood at the threshold of the dairy at four in the morning, her breath hanging in the haze that rolled off the distant fires, her fingers white-knuckled around the handle of her service revolver. She had come to collect what was owed, a debt...

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