The Golden Compass
The party was everything Hank had been promised about New York: champagne towers that caught the light like frozen waterfalls, a jazz band playing in the corner that made the crystal glasses tremble, and women in dresses so short they seemed to have forgotten to put them on entirely. Hank O'Brien stood near the punch bowl and felt like a man who had taken a wrong turn at the end of the world....
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