The Golden Compass

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The fire started in the basement. It was a small fire. A spark from a soldering iron. A drop of flux. It caught the old insulation. It smelt like burnt sugar. It smelt like rot. Arthur stood on the porch. He watched the smoke rise. It was a thin grey ribbon. It cut through the morning air. The air was cold. The air was still. He did not feel cold. He felt nothing. His hands were at his sides....

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