The Golden Compass
Chapter One Reza Zandi stood before the cracked mirror in the corridor, adjusting the collar of his shirt, and asked the glass a question he had been avoiding for six months: what is the weight of a name when the man who carries it is no longer needed? The reflection showed a face mapped with the deep lines of a man who had spent forty-two years handling other people’s history, and the answer...
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