The Golden Compass

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Chapter One My hands were slick with the cold sweat of the archive room, fingers trembling as I held the edge of the ledger, the paper soft and yielding like wet skin. The ink bled, not spreading but sinking, a dark red that looked less like iron gall and more like a fresh wound reopening in the fiber. I am Saad Siddiqui, and I have been an archivist for three years, though the tenure review is...

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