The Golden Compass

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Stepan Sorokin, fifty-two, stood in the rain-slicked courtyard of the abandoned textile mill, his body aching from the years of service, as he watched his wife, Elena, walk away from him for the last time, her back turned to the decaying brickwork that mirrors his own rigid, unyielding posture. The concrete under his boots was cold, a dampness that seeped up through the soles and settled in his...

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