The Golden Compass

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The fern was dying, not from lack of water, but from an excess of it, a slow drowning in the sterile, climate-controlled air of the executive suite where I had spent the last four years cataloging the silence of other people’s lives. It sat on the mahogany desk, a tangle of brittle, brown fronds that had once been a vibrant, impossible green, now reduced to a skeletal warning system that no one...

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