The Golden Compass

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March 12, 1893. The parchment of the request form lay on the desk, its edges curling slightly in the damp air of the barracks. I signed my name, Elias Thorne, in the space designated for the applicant, my pen scratching a sound that seemed too loud in the small, wood-paneled room. The cost of a pension, I had calculated, was a lifetime of service, and I had given twenty-two years of it to the...

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