The Golden Compass

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The feast was a wound in the dark. Candles sputtered against the stone walls of the guildhall, their light trapped in amber pools on the long oak table. I sat at the head, not by right, but by necessity. My hands were stained with the residue of the day’s labor, a dull orange that no amount of water could scrub away. Around me, the other apothecaries and spice merchants drank deep from clay...

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