The Golden Compass

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The bell tolled. It was not a sound of welcome. It was a sound of judgment. Willa stood at the edge of the hall. Her hands were shaking. She clutched the wooden compass to her chest. It was cold. It was old. It was hers. The Great Hall of St. Jude’s Academy smelled of damp stone and old paper. The light was grey. It filtered through high windows. It did not warm the floor. It only made the dust...

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