The Golden Compass

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The letter was on your desk when you arrived, a white rectangle on the gray laminate, smelling faintly of the ozone from the copier in the hall. Elias. The name hung in the air, summoned by the secretary’s voice three offices down, sharp and thin as a snapped twig. You were forty-two, a senior actuary at Halloway & Sons, and the paper in your hand was a denial. Your father’s final claim, filed...

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