The Golden Compass

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The letter lay on the desk, the ink still wet, smelling of iron and vinegar. Elias Thorne picked it up. The paper was heavy, cream-colored, and it felt cold in his palm. He read the header: *County Magistrate’s Office, District 4*. He read the body. *Notice of Seizure for Non-Payment of Debts.* He set it down. The weight of it was not in the paper. It was in the silence of the room. Elias...

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