The Golden Compass

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"You’re bleeding," he said. It wasn’t a question. It was a statement of fact, delivered with the flat, weary tone of a man who had seen too many small disasters in his life. He held up his hand. The ink was black, thick, and impossible. It ran from his fingertips in a steady stream, pooling in his palm before dripping onto the white floorboards of the cabin. I stared at it. I didn’t feel pain....

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