The Golden Compass
The tremor in your left hand is a thing that does not sleep, a mechanical failure of the nerves that begins in the marrow and works its way up through the tendons, so that when you reach for the brass compass in your pocket, your fingers do not grasp but brush, missing the cold metal by a fraction of an inch, a gap wide enough to fit the distance between your life and the pension that is being...
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