The Golden Compass

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The ink was still wet on the parchment when the bell rang, a sound so sharp and final that it cut through the humid, stagnant air of the chamber like a blade through silk, and I stood there with my hand trembling, the quill poised above the line where my name was to be written, a line that would no longer exist, for the scribe had already begun to scratch it away with a small, cruel knife, and...

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