The Golden Compass
The letter on the desk was stamped with the grey seal of the Crown Estate, the ink still wet under the harsh fluorescent light of the archive room. You read it twice, the words blurring slightly as the cold crept up from the stone floor, and then you folded it into your coat pocket, ignoring the sudden, jagged spasm that tore through your chest. It was a dismissal, polite and final, citing...
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