The Golden Compass

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Act I "Does the shuttle move when you are not looking?" Sakura Tanaka asked, her voice flat against the hum of the server room. Hana, the old weaver, did not answer immediately. She stood by the humming racks, her hands heavy with the weight of the day’s debris logs, and watched the dust motes drift in the cold blue light. The humidity outside was rising again, the kind that warped paper and...

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