The Golden Compass
The ink is wet. It stains the thumb. You do not wipe it. You let it dry. The seal is red. The paper is white. The room is cold. You are the Inquisitor. You are the eye. You are the hand that closes. The court is high. The floor is marble. It is white. It is cold. It bites. You stand before the High Chancellor. His name is Aldous. His face is old. His face is stone. He does not blink. He looks...
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