The Golden Compass

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The ledger held forty-two entries for the month, each line a small, precise wound in the paper. Arthur counted them twice, his finger tracing the ink until the numbers blurred into a single, gray smear. He needed two thousand dollars by Friday, or the bank would take the house. The grandfather clock in the corner ticked, but the rhythm was wrong, a half-beat late, like a heart skipping its own...

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