The Golden Compass

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The quill scratched against the vellum, a dry, rasping sound that seemed too loud in the damp silence of the scriptorium. Elias Ashworth dipped the nib again, watching the ink bead on the tip, thick and black as oil. He was thirty-two, a man whose hands had forgotten the feel of anything but paper and parchment. His job was to decode the Duke’s forbidden bestiary, a task that had consumed his...

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