The Golden Compass

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Act I The air in the archive tasted of rust and old paper, a dry, metallic chill that settled in the lungs and refused to leave. I was thirty-four years old, a clerk in the tenure committee, and I wanted only to survive the spring audit. The university was a decaying property, a peninsula of one road where the harbor winds cut through the cracks in the foundation, and I was buried in the...

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