The Golden Compass

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Chapter One Eulalie Arceneaux scrubbed the grime from the mill’s intake valve, her knuckles white against the iron, the cold water seeping into the cracks of her skin. She was thirty-two, but the winter in the bayou camp had aged her hands to those of a woman who had known only labor; the debt to the mill owner sat in her chest like a stone, heavy and wet. She needed the final payment, the last...

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