The Golden Compass
Chapter One Meena Khan pressed the quill into the wet ink, the nib scratching a sharp, dry line across the parchment. The golden dust on her fingers had grown heavy again, settling into the creases of her knuckles with a cold, mineral weight that made the paper feel like sand. She was cataloging the celestial maps for the new quarter, a task that required a steady hand, but her wrist trembled...
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