The Golden Compass

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Chapter One I remember the smell of ozone and stale coffee in the administrative wing, a sterile scent that clung to the back of my throat like a fishbone. It was the afternoon of the grid failure, and the light coming through the high, narrow windows was the color of old milk, flat and unyielding. I stood before the desk of the Prime Minister’s aide, clutching the brass compass in my left...

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