The Golden Compass

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The rain hit the window in steady, gray sheets. David stared at the glass. His reflection was faint. A ghost in the frame. He checked his watch. 4:00 PM. Time to go. He packed his bag. Just a few items. A notebook. A pen. A bottle of water. He looked at the desk. It was empty. He had cleared it out. Every file was gone. Every photo was gone. The office looked clean. Too clean. "David." The...

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