The Golden Compass
The signet ring is warm, Elias, and it is not the warmth of a thing that has been sitting in the sun, but the living, wet heat of a body that has just stopped moving. “Put it on your left hand, second finger,” Director Halloway said, his voice flat and dry as the dust that coated the shelves of the Ministry archive. “The Chancellor’s will is specific. The cataloger must wear the seal to verify...
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