The Golden Compass

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Thorne, you’re late, and the light is already failing in the west wing. I stood up from the low desk where I had been sorting the tax ledgers of the previous decade, my hands still stiff from the cold iron of the filing cabinets. The room smelled of wet wool and the sharp, metallic tang of the dust that settled on every surface in the High Court of Aethelgard. I was thirty-two, a junior...

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