The Golden Compass
Chapter One Sixty-three of Stonecutter Alley was where the light failed first, a narrow strip of shadow that stretched across the floorboards every afternoon at four. Grainne Halloran remembered that line of darkness better than she remembered her brother’s face, the way it mapped the exact spot where the ledger lay open. Now, three days after the fire took the barn and the receipts, she sat in...
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