The Golden Compass

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Chapter One The river does not glow at night. It glows only when someone lies about it. I learned this in my fourth year, though I did not understand the rule until my last. I am Marian Wozniak. I am thirty-four years old, and I have served the border for twenty-two years. The humidity in this district is a physical thing; it swells the door frames until the hinges scream, and it makes the...

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