The Golden Compass

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The ledger had seven pages left. I counted them by the scratch of my nib against the paper, the sound sharp and dry in the cold office. Seven pages. Seventy-two names. Seventy-two families who would owe the Crown a sum they did not have, to pay for a pension I did not deserve. I was thirty-two years old, a magistrate in the frozen port of Kael, and I was tired. The ink froze if I stopped moving...

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