The Golden Compass

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The ink on my skin did not fade, a fact that should have terrified me but instead settled into the marrow of my bones with the quiet, heavy permanence of a winter frost, and I walked the long, cobbled road to the estate of Lord Ashworth with a heart that beat like a trapped bird against the ribcage of my silence, the rain slicking the cobblestones into a mirror that reflected not my face but...

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