The Golden Compass

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The rain fell. It was a cold, wet thing. It soaked the wool of my coat. I wore the brooch. It sat on my lapel. A heavy, gold thing. It felt warm. It hummed. I am a detective. I look for truth. I look for the missing. I found her in the alley. Her name was Clara. She was my sister. We had not spoken in years. We were not close. We were not even kind to each other. I did not care. I did not care...

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