The Golden Compass

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The bone is white. It is not ivory, nor pearl, but the stark, clean white of a long-dead calf. You hold it in your palm. It is smooth. It is cold. It does not belong to you, yet your fingers know its weight better than they know the weight of your own hand. You are seven years old. You are in the Hall. The Hall is not a room in the house. It is a place where the walls breathe and the floor is...

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