The Golden Compass

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The ink was dry before I could blink. It sat on the parchment, a single, black seal. The mark of the Iron Court. I pressed my thumb against it. The paper was cold. My skin was hot. I am a man of war. I know the weight of a sword. I know the taste of blood. I do not know the weight of a word. The room smelled of coal smoke and old wax. The clock on the mantel ticked. It was a loud sound. It...

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