The Golden Compass

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The reclamation yard in the Atlas valleys hummed with the low, metallic groan of dead machines, a delta of rusted iron braiding into the reeds where the walnut groves had once stood. Dalia Othman, forty-two of the Salt Gate, moved through the debris with the stiff, grinding caution of a stevedore whose back had long since betrayed him. He was looking for the gas meter, that small, glass-eyed...

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