The Golden Compass

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The ledger page is missing, you tell Aldric, your voice thin in the drafty room. He does not look up from the fire. The smoke smells of damp wool and old paper, a scent that has settled into the walls of his seclusion like mold. He stirs the coals with a poker, the metal scraping against stone, a sound that grates against the silence. You want the truth. You want the name of the man who forged...

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