The Golden Compass

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Chapter One Shobha D’Souza remembered the weight of the ledger as if it were still in her hands, a heavy, damp thing that smelled of iron and old rain, even now, standing in the gilded rotunda of the Bombay High Court where the air was dry and heavy with beeswax and decay. She was thirty-four, her face gaunt from the weeks of sleepless nights spent cross-referencing dates in the mill race...

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