The Golden Compass

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I dreamt of honey. It was not the pale, crystalline sugar of the supermarket aisles we frequented on Saturdays, but a thick, viscous, amber liquid that pooled in the hollows of my palms and smelled of burnt caramel and old beeswax. In the dream, I was not Thomas, the junior analyst in the basement office of the Sterling & Vane firm, but a vessel. I was a jar. The honey was filling me up, not to...

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