The Golden Compass

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The fire took the orchard. You remember the smell. Charred wood. Rotten apples. The sweet, cloying scent of things that were once alive and are now merely fuel. It is a small town. Everything is connected. The smoke drifts over the houses. It settles in the curtains. It sits in your lungs. You are standing on the porch. Your hands are shaking. You hold a glass of water. The ice has melted. The...

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