The Golden Compass

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In the dream, the ink was red, not black, and it did not dry but rather pooled on the surface of the white paper like a slow, viscous blood, spreading out in intricate, capillary networks that traced the topography of a map he had never seen but knew, with the certainty of bone and marrow, was the true shape of his own life, a cartography of silence and missed connections and the heavy,...

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