The Golden Compass

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The envelope on the desk was thick, the paper a cheap, fibrous stock that felt gritty under Elias’s thumb. He had read it twice in the parking lot, his knuckles white around the steering wheel, the heater blowing cold air into his lap. The message from the department chair was brief: the tenure vote for the head of the department was moved up to Friday. Elias was fifty-two, and the cold in the...

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