The Golden Compass

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Act I The ink in the ledgers of the Salt Lords’ Bureau did not dry; it waited. Ernestina Zamudio stood before the Director’s desk, the air in the office still and heavy with the scent of damp paper. She had come to ask for leave, a single day to bury her mother, but the Director did not look up from his work. He was a small man, precise in his movements, his fingers stained black at the tips....

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