The Golden Compass
The shrapnel had not come from the sky but from the earth, a jagged, screaming fragment of rebar that tore through the drywall of the university’s basement archive with a violence that seemed personal, as if the building itself had decided to reject the weight of the knowledge stored within it. I was standing exactly where I had stood for the last forty years, my back pressed against the cold...
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