The Golden Compass

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The banquet hall smelled of roasted pheasant and stale perfume, a cloying mixture that seemed to settle in the throat like sediment in a river, and you stood at the edge of the room, adjusting the cuff of your grey wool suit, feeling the weight of the silence that hung heavy over the assembled guests of the municipal planning commission. You were the junior archivist, the one who handled the...

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