The Golden Compass

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The letter lay on the desk, the parchment brittle as dried skin. Elias picked it up, the weight of it surprising him, heavy for such a small object. It was from the Abbot. The ink was black, standard, unremarkable, but the words beneath it seemed to shift when he looked away. *Burn it,* the letter said. *Before the winter sets in.* He set the paper down. His hand trembled, a fine vibration that...

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