The Golden Compass

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Act I "You’re a ghost, Miguel." Ruiz didn’t look up from the ledger. The ink was still wet, black and slick as oil, writing the name Pelayo in a hand that wasn’t Miguel’s. Miguel stood in the harbor office, the air heavy with brine and rotting kelp, his hands raw from the net mending. He wanted his pension. He wanted the years of hauling heavy nets to count for something. The system didn’t care...

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