The Golden Compass

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The feast in the Great Hall of St. Jude’s Oratory was not a celebration of life, but a grotesque parody of it, filled with the smell of roasted swan, stale mead, and the heavy, cloying perfume of lavender that the sisters insisted upon burning to mask the damp rot rising from the stone floors, and I sat at the far end of the long oak table, my hands trembling beneath the linen cloth, watching...

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