The Golden Compass

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The iron bit was in my mouth. It tasted of rust and blood. I was twelve. I was on my knees. The floor was wet. Lord Ashworth stood over me. He did not move. He did not speak. He just watched. His shadow was long. It swallowed me. I was the boy. I was the thief. I was the lie. I had taken the compass. It was small. It was gold. It sat in the vault. It was the heart of the estate. It was not...

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