The Golden Compass

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The grey of October had settled into the bidonville like a physical weight, pressing the orange groves into a state of suspended quarantine where the fruit hung heavy and unripe on branches that had long since lost their leaves. It was a color that did not change with the hour, a flat, industrial haze that coated the recycled paper in Samir Rustom’s hands and the brass of the compass in his...

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