The Golden Compass

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Act I The air in the vestry tasted of rust and old salt, a dry grit that settled in the alveoli before the lungs could filter it. I was forty-two, a scholar of medieval liturgy, though the title felt like a coat that no longer fit, hanging loose and heavy on my frame. My work, a monograph on the "Golden Compass" manuscript, lay open on the stone table, the ink wet and black against the...

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