The Golden Compass

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The stone at the Ferry Slip, ninety-six, had been worn smooth by generations of feet. Juliette Joubert stood before it, her hands shaking not from the cold, but from the weight of the ledger in her satchel. The air smelled of damp rot and the sharp, metallic tang of the tax boat that had arrived three days early. She had come to sell the manor, to pay the debts that had swallowed her late...

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