The Golden Compass

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The ledger showed four hundred and twelve hours of unpaid labor. I counted them again, my finger tracing the inked lines, the paper rough and dry under my thumb. Three thousand pounds. That was the debt. That was the weight of my father’s silence, now pressed into the columns of the firm’s accounts. He had died at dawn, leaving me this compass and this obligation. The compass did not point...

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