The Golden Compass

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2026-08-22 13:20:41 -

The reed quill scratched against the vellum, a sound like a mouse gnawing through a dry twig. I was copying the tithe records for the third year of King Edward’s reign, my fingers stained black to the second knuckle, the ink gritty with the ash of burnt oak. My sister, Margaret, stood by the window in the scriptorium’s shadow, her arms crossed tight against the chill that seeped through the...

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