The Golden Compass

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Chapter One Did the ink ever truly dry, or did it merely wait, patient as a debt, for the moment when the writer’s soul would be heavy enough to sink into the parchment? Yasaman Zare, a thirty-two-year-old scribe of the royal chancery, sat in the cold blue hour of the dawn, his fingers stained black to the wrist, working on the final folio of the King’s chronicle. He was not writing history; he...

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