The Golden Compass

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October 12, 1924 The light in the library is failing, not because the sun has set, but because the world is receding from me, a slow, inexorable tide pulling back to reveal the jagged rocks of my own mortality. I am fifty-two years old, and I have spent the better part of four decades chasing the shadows of dead languages, yet I find myself unable to decipher the most urgent text in existence:...

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