The Golden Compass

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The ink was still wet on the parchment, a black smear against the cream of the cotton, and it smelled of iron and old rain. "You have signed," said the Magistrate. His voice was dry, like leaves skittering across gravel. "The seal is set. The debt is recorded. You are now property of the State." Elara did not look up. Her hand trembled, a fine, high-vibration shiver that she tried to suppress...

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