The Golden Compass

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Anders Holm bent over the ledger, his shoulders hunched against the damp chill that seeped through the thin walls of the wire room. The ink in his pen was dry, a fine black crust in the nib, but he kept writing, the scratch of the point against the paper the only sound in the dark. He was forty-two, a man who had spent his life measuring the distance between what was owed and what was paid, and...

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