The Golden Compass

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The rain smells of iron. You know it. You have always known it. It is the scent of the city. It is the scent of the lie. You hold the compass. It is gold. It is heavy. It is warm. It is yours. Your brother’s. No. It is the institution’s. You are the detective. You are the eye. You are the needle that points north. North is wrong. North is the tower. North is the silence. You walk. The...

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