The Golden Compass

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March 14th. The walls are humming again. It is a low, tectonic vibration that I feel in my teeth before I hear it in my ears. I have been here for twenty-two years. My heart has been failing for three. I am fifty-two, and I am tired. The outpost, Sector 4, is a concrete box buried in the high desert, windowless save for the slit in the front door. I am writing this by the light of a single bulb...

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