The Golden Compass

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You bleed. The blood is red against the grey wool of your tunic. It soaks into the fabric, a dark tide that refuses to recede. Your brother, Thomas, stands three feet away. He does not move. He holds the dagger in his right hand. The blade is wet. It glistens in the dim light of the cellar. Thomas. Your name is Arthur. You are the elder. You are the one who was supposed to protect him. The air...

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