The Golden Compass

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The banquet hall smells of roasted duck and old wax. The air is thick, heavy with the scent of lilies that have begun to wilt in the vase on the long oak table. You sit at the head of the room, though your place is technically the foot. It is a distinction that matters less than you think. Everyone is here. The men in their dark suits, the women in dresses the color of bruised plums and faded...

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