The Golden Compass

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March 14, 2024 The dream is always the same, a loop of brass and light that grinds against the back of my skull until I wake with the taste of copper in my mouth and the feeling that I have forgotten something vital, something that was placed in my hands only moments ago. I am forty-two years old, and I have spent the last two decades living in the long, gray shadow of my brother Julian’s...

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