The Golden Compass

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Esperanza Arellano knew the weight of the Yarrowfield brass binding-ring before she ever lifted it, a heavy, cold thing that smelled of old oil and sweat. She stood in the East Wing, the air thick with the drying wind that split the fruit outside, and stared at the shattered gilded mirror. It was a ruin, a physical manifestation of the court’s decay, and she needed to fix it. Not for beauty,...

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