The Golden Compass

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The frost had not yet melted from the cobbles of the courtyard when I saw the sparrow for the last time. It perched on the high stone wall, its feathers ruffled and dull, a smudge of gray against the stark white sky. I watched it, my hands bound behind my back with leather straps that bit into the skin of my wrists, feeling the cold seep through the thin wool of my tunic. The air smelled of wet...

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