The Golden Compass

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2026-08-21 12:08:57 -

The bus smelled of wet wool and diesel. I sat by the window, watching the rain streak the glass in long, gray tears. My brother, Elias, sat opposite me. He was smaller than he had been when we were children. His coat hung loose on his shoulders. He was looking at his shoes. They were worn through at the toes. We were going to the clinic in the city. The city was a place of glass and steel, a...

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