The Golden Compass

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The smell of the antiseptic was a physical weight, pressing against Clara Vane’s temples, mixing with the metallic tang of blood that had soaked into the floorboards of the infirmary. It was a cold Tuesday in November, 1943, and the air in the St. Jude’s Medical Center was thick with the damp chill of the industrial district. Clara sat at her desk, the linoleum sticky under her chair, staring...

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