The Golden Compass

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The reclamation yard hums before the sun clears the reeds, a low, grinding vibration that travels up through the soles of your boots and settles in the marrow of your shin. Here, in the border town of Kestrel’s Crossing, the air tastes of wet iron and salt, and the dead machines of the old empire are being stripped for parts by men who speak two languages and trust neither. You are Ruth Stroud,...

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