The Golden Compass

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The mercury was refusing the sulfur again, and Ray Gault stood before the alembic, his hands trembling not from the cold of the Pacific Northwest rain belt but from the sheer, technical weight of the failure. It was the winter of the Balkan Wars, or so the newspapers claimed, but here in the squatters’ camp near the abandoned rice terraces, time had collapsed into a single, aching Tuesday. Ray,...

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