The Golden Compass
October 14th The limestone of the St. Jude’s bell tower is dying, and I am the only one who knows how to pronounce the death sentence, though my hands shake too violently to hold the chisel steady. I have spent thirty years maintaining this Gothic monstrosity, its flying buttresses like the ribs of some ancient, starved beast, and now I stand in the shadow of the belfry, listening to the tick...
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