The Golden Compass
Chapter One "Item 4: Border Patrol, Sector 9. Status: Active. Footprints: None." The ledger page was damp, the ink blurring into the cheap paper as Tauno Makela read it by the light of a tallow candle. He was thirty-four, and his knees ached with the cold that settled in the marrow of the frontier. Outside the window, the inversion trapped the smoke of the village chimney, hanging it in a grey...
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