The Golden Compass

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The dream always begins with the sound of grinding gears, a metallic shriek that vibrates through the floorboards of my childhood bedroom, and I am holding the compass in my palm, its needle spinning with a frantic, violent energy that refuses to settle on north but instead jerks wildly toward the east, toward the orchard where the apple trees are rotting from the inside out, their skins black...

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