The Golden Compass
Chapter One The ink would not dry. Himari Shimizu stared at the wet black blot on the ledger, the surface shimmering with a viscosity that defied the cold air of the stockroom, and he felt the weight of the pen in his hand become unbearable, as if the tool itself were made of lead rather than bamboo. He had been the navigation surveyor for the Shimizu clan for twelve years, a role that required...
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