The Golden Compass

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The radiator hissed, a low, wet sound that seemed to vibrate in the fillings of your back teeth. You did not look up from the actuarial tables, but your hand, holding the fountain pen, trembled so violently that the ink bled into the paper, smearing the column of expected mortality rates for men aged sixty-five to seventy. "It’s the new lenses, isn’t it?" Sarah asked. She stood by the door, her...

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