The Golden Compass

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Ralph Dobbs stood in the mud of the quarry lake, his boots sinking three inches with every step, the water cold enough to stop the breath in his chest. He was fifty-two, and his lungs felt like they were packed with wet cotton, a weight that had nothing to do with the rain and everything to do with the years he had spent holding his breath at the signal box. The official map ended at the fence...

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