The Golden Compass

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The soup was boiling over, a thick, rust-colored tide of mutton and root vegetables that smelled of iron and old blood, and I stood at the stove with a wooden spoon in my hand, feeling the heat radiate against my face like a physical weight. My wife, Sarah, sat at the small table in the corner, her back to the window, picking at a crust of bread with the detached focus of a surgeon. The...

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