The Golden Compass

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The banquet hall smelled of roasted lamb and old stone, a heavy, cloying scent that hung in the air like a fog. We were seated at long tables of dark oak, the wood polished to a mirror shine by decades of hands, and above us, chandeliers of crystal swung gently, casting fractured rainbows across the faces of the assembled officers. I sat rigid in my chair, my uniform pressed tight against my...

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