The Golden Compass

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The morning light did not break into the room so much as it seeped, a pale and viscous fluid that pooled on the floorboards, illuminating the dust motes that danced in the still air like suspended thoughts. Margaret Holloway sat in the high-backed chair by the window, her hands resting in her lap, fingers intertwined so tightly the knuckles had turned the color of old parchment. She was...

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