The Golden Compass
Chapter One What does a man owe the stone that holds him up? The question hung in the damp air of the barracks, heavy as the fog rolling off the Swiss alpine valley, as Ernst Zimmermann woke to the sound of the eastern wall collapsing. He was a sergeant, a warden of oysters in a land that had none, a man whose trade was to guard what was not his, and the noise of the disaster was a roar that...
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