The Golden Compass

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The letter lay on the oak desk, its seal cracked, the paper brittle as dried skin. You read it three times. The Abbot’s hand was steady, but the words were not. He offered you the patronage you had begged for, the coin to buy medicine for your mother’s lungs, on one condition. You must finish the transcription of the *Codex Aureus* before the new moon. You had three days. The ink in the well...

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