The Golden Compass

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The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, gray weeping that turned the streets of the university campus into sluggish rivers of mud and broken leaves, but down in the subterranean archive, the air was dry and tasted of old paper and something faintly metallic, like blood on the tongue. I sat at my desk, the fluorescent lights buzzing with a headache-inducing frequency, and stared...

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