The Golden Compass

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Shinji Yoshida grinds the dried foxglove in the mortar, the pestle heavy in his hand, the rhythmic thud-thud-thud a dull counterpoint to the wet, rattling cough that shakes his ribs. The cellar of the apothecary is a place where the dampness does not just sit but seeps, a cold weight that presses against his spine, mirroring the slow, internal decay the Master claims is divine disfavor. He is...

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