The Golden Compass

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Act I Mud is a lie that binds. Jean-Baptiste Fruge, thirty-four, a border constable, wanted the pension. He wanted the mud to hold the smuggler, Elie, still. The left hand, a chronic fever burning without heat, throbbed against the rifle stock. It mirrored Elie’s pulse, a low-grade inflammation that had grown since the fire took the barn and the receipts. The sirocco had blown for three days,...

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