The Golden Compass

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The parchment lay flat on the oak table, the wax seal cracked, the ink still wet and dark as blood. Brother Elias smoothed the corner with a thumb that trembled only slightly, a habit he had cultivated to appear steady before the Abbot. He was thirty-two, a man of few words and many ledgers, and in this damp study of the Abbey of St. Jude, he sought only one thing: the position of Secretary. It...

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