The Golden Compass

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The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed against the shingles of the Victorian house, a rhythmic, mechanical percussion that drowned out the silence of the empty rooms. I sat in the study, the air thick with the scent of damp wool and old paper. My hands rested on the oak table, knuckles white. On the surface lay a single sheet of graph paper, covered in dense, technical notation. It...

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