The Golden Compass

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The seal is cracked. You press your thumb against the wax. It is cold. It is brittle. A web of fractures runs from the center to the edge. The image of the lion is obscured. The gold leaf flakes away. It falls onto the black table. A speck of dust. A relic. You are in the office. The air is thick. It smells of ozone. It smells of old paper. It smells of iron. The industrial hum of the city...

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