The Golden Compass
The fluorescent lights in the basement archive hummed with a frequency that seemed to vibrate in Daniel’s teeth. He sat at a long steel table, his fingers stained with the blue ink of correction fluid, staring at the spreadsheet that defined his life. The numbers were red. They were always red now. For three years, Daniel had been the auditor of the city’s social services department, a role...
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