The Golden Compass

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The bill lay on the table, the ink still wet where the landlord’s pen had scratched the final figure. Three months in arrears. The paper smelled of iron and old coffee, a sharp, metallic tang that cut through the damp air of the kitchen. You stared at the numbers, the zeros blurring slightly as your eyes burned from the strain of the needle. Outside, the fog pressed against the windowpanes,...

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