The Golden Compass

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The frost had not yet cleared from the stone ledges of the High Hall when the scream tore through the morning air, a raw and jagged sound that silenced the clattering of silverware and the low murmur of the courtiers alike. I was twelve years old, sitting at the end of the long table, my hands trembling so violently that my spoon slipped and clattered onto the porcelain. Before me, the Duke lay...

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