The Golden Compass

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"Stop." The word hung in the air. Heavy. Cold. I dropped the blade. It clattered against the stone floor. The sound was loud. Too loud. It echoed off the vaulted ceiling. It seemed to vibrate in my teeth. Seraphine stood there. Her face was pale. Her eyes were wet. She held a basket of apples. The red skins gleamed in the torchlight. "Go," she said. Her voice was thin. A reed in the wind. I...

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