The Golden Compass

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The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the red clay of the county road into a slick, breathing mud that swallowed the tires of your sedan with a sound like wet lungs clearing. You drove slowly, the wipers sweeping back and forth in a rhythmic, mechanical sigh that seemed to mirror the hollow ache behind your ribs. The dashboard light cast a jaundiced glow on your hands, which rested...

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