The Golden Compass

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Act I Meena Sharma knew the weight of a lie before it was spoken, for the brass needle in her pocket would spin like a top, dizzying and erratic, until the truth was buried under enough paper to suffocate it. She sat in the archive, the air thick with the dust of old ledgers and the metallic tang of the midsummer rain that hammered the shutters, a cold that felt less like weather and more like...

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