The Golden Compass

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The ink will not dry. You see it, do you not? It sits there, wet and black, a small pool on the parchment that refuses to settle. I have waited an hour. The candle burns low, the tallow dripping onto the iron holder. Outside, the wind tears at the shutters of the scriptorium, a sound like dry leaves skittering across stone. I am Thomas. I am thirty-two. I have served the Abbey of St. Jude for...

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