The Golden Compass
Act I Ylva Halvorsen was a cook on the cargo ship Perseus, and her hands were permanently stained with the black dust of the undercroft. I stood in the counting house of the Guild, the air heavy with old paper and damp wool, watching Master Bergström sign the rejection of my son’s apprenticeship petition. He did not look up. "Your father’s debts are in the stone, Ylva," he said, his voice dry...
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