The Golden Compass

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The quill scratches against the vellum, the sound a dry rasp that grates against the silence of the counting house. Your hand moves with the mechanical precision of a man who has spent thirty-two years balancing the books of the City of Oakhaven, but the ink blots. The drop hits the parchment, a dark star expanding into the ledger of debts owed to the Guild. You do not wipe it away. You look up...

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