The Golden Compass

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Act I In Busan, the harbor wind carried the scent of brine and old diesel, a smell that settled in the wool of coats and the linoleum of shop floors. Yu-jin Kim sat in the back of the airport shuttle, his hands resting on the steering wheel, watching the swallows dive beneath the eaves of a closed nail salon. He was thirty years old, and the debt he carried was older than his career, a weight...

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