The Golden Compass

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The glass was already broken before I even reached for it. It lay in shards across the back seat of the taxi, a glittering, jagged mouth screaming into the silence of the car. I stared at it, my hands trembling on the steering wheel, the engine idling with a low, hungry growl. The air smelled of ozone and the metallic tang of fear. I had been driving for three hours, cutting through the rural...

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