The Golden Compass

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"Put the deed on the table, Feng Zheng. The magistrate does not wait for women who hide in their sleeves." I set the parchment down. The paper was thin, worn at the edges like the hide of a tired horse. My hand trembled, not from cold, though the lake ice had been cracking all night, splitting the dark water with sharp, violent snaps that sounded like bones breaking under a boot. The...

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