The Golden Compass

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The ink smells of rotting fruit. You hold the quill steady, but your hand trembles, a fine vibration that travels up the shaft of the reed and into your wrist. The Abbot stands behind you, his shadow falling across the parchment like a heavy, wet cloak. "Faster, Thomas," he says, his voice low and rough, scraping against the silence of the scriptorium. "The plague does not wait for your...

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