The Golden Compass

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The ink had dried on the parchment before I understood that the seal was not a mark of authority but a wound, a jagged, red scab pressed into the skin of the document by a hand that had long since turned to dust. We were deep in the belly of the mountain, in the stone-walled vault of the High Keep, where the air tasted of wet iron and old dust, and the only light came from the single,...

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