The Golden Compass

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14th of the Month. The fog in Kaldur has thickened to the consistency of wet wool, pressing against the windows of the station house until the glass groans. I have logged three incidents involving a man who looks exactly like me, but the men who know me do not see him. They see only me, standing in the doorway, my hands trembling, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps that I cannot control. I...

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