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Sunday, January 13, 2013
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Wednesday, January 9, 2013
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Sunday, December 30, 2012
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"Can you see lorek?"
"He's padding along beside Lee Scoresby's sledge," the daemon replied, looking back in his ermine form as he clung to her wolverine-fur hood.
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The moon itself had long set. The light from the Aurora was brighter than moonlight, but it was inconstant. However, Lyra's eyes were keen, and she fumbled inside her furs and tugged out the black velvet bag.
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Tuesday, December 18, 2012
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