The Golden Compass

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The bill lay on the counter, its ink still wet, listing debts in a column that seemed to stretch into the dark. Julian Baxendale, twelve years old and smelling of lye, stared at the figures. The shopkeeper, a man named Grist who smelled of lavender and old paper, did not look up. He was counting coins into a velvet pouch, a sound like dry bones rattling. Julian placed his copper on the wood. It...

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