The Golden Compass

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Act I The cold in Jiangnan does not come from the sky; it rises from the cellar, seeping up through the stone floorboards like a debt that refuses to be paid. I woke before the dawn, the silence of the house pressing against my ears until I heard the hum of the freezer in the corner, a low, mechanical groan that stopped abruptly when I sat up. It was the thirty-one of the Tide Clock that marked...

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