The Golden Compass
The sacks of flour were counted first, twelve heavy burlap weights stacked against the stone wall of the outpost kitchen, their rough texture scratching the air as the harvest feast began. Elias Thorne stood by the fire, his hands resting on the back of a chair, watching the numbers in his head as he watched the flames, calculating how many days remained until his mandatory retirement and how...
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