The Golden Compass

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The pin was gold. It was a small, sharp thing, shaped like a bird with its wings folded tight against its back. Mara held it between her thumb and forefinger, the metal cold against the sweat of her skin. It sat on the desk of her supervisor, a slab of mahogany that smelled of dust and old coffee. The office was quiet. The air conditioning hummed a low, indifferent drone. Outside, the rain...

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