The Golden Compass

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The ink on your fingers is black, but it is the color of old blood, a deep, viscous umber that seeps into the whorls of your skin and refuses to wash away, a testament to the hours you have spent hunched over the vellum in the dim, candle-lit scriptorium, the air thick with the scent of oak gall and dried rabbit skin, a sanctuary that feels less like a place of learning and more like a tomb for...

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