The Golden Compass
The house did not burn, which was perhaps worse, for a fire is a clean absolution, a sudden white heat that reduces the accumulated weight of decades into ash and silence, but this was a slow, mechanical exhalation, a structural surrender where the floorboards groaned under the weight of their own rot and the wallpaper peeled away in long, damp strips like skin sloughing from a limb that had...
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