The Golden Compass

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The typhus smelled of iron and wet wool. It sat in the hold of the *Hesperus* like a second captain, silent and heavy. I was twelve years old, a cabin boy with ink-stained fingers and a hunger that had nothing to do with food. Captain Halloway slept in his quarters, a deep, rattling sleep that shook the hinges of his door. I watched the candlelight flicker against the wood. I wanted to be a...

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