The Golden Compass
The bell tolled at dusk. It was a low, iron sound. It shook the dust from the rafters. The dust settled on the floor. It settled on the tables. It settled on the men. Silas stood in the corner. His hand rested on his hip. His fingers were curled. He looked at his hands. They were thick. They were brown. The knuckles were swollen. They had seen many things. They had seen the breaking of bone....
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