The Golden Compass

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The banquet hall smelled of roasted meat and old wine. We were many. The air was thick. I stood by the wall. I held my sword. It was heavy. It was cold. The King sat at the head of the table. He wore gold. He looked at me. His eyes were hard. He did not smile. I kept my head down. I was a soldier. I was small. A bird flew in through the window. It was a hawk. It landed on the table. The guests...

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