The Golden Compass

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The mud sucked at my boots like a living thing. It was thick and cold, a slurry of clay and rust that had been churning under the artillery fire for three days. I felt the weight of my uniform, soaked through, pressing against my skin like a second, heavier corpse. My hands were shaking. Not from fear, not exactly. From the vibration of the earth, which had become a constant, low-frequency hum...

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