The Golden Compass

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The dream is always the same: a fine, golden dust settling onto the white lace of a wedding dress that hangs in a dark room, the fabric stiff with age and silence. You wake with the taste of metal on your tongue, the clock on the nightstand reading 3:14 AM, and the familiar, dull ache in your abdomen that has become the background noise of your existence. You are Mara, thirty-four, a junior...

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