The Golden Compass

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Act I "Do we have the load?" Esperanza Zepeda asked, her voice flat, stripped of the deference expected of a forty-two-year-old archivist in a crumbling structure that was less a monastery than a mining outpost for the soul. She stood in the center of the reading room, where the air smelled of ozone, stale dust, and the faint, metallic tang of the heating coils. The beam above her, a massive...

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