The Golden Compass

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The air inside the transport van was thick with the scent of wet wool and old sweat. You sat in the back, shoulders pressed against the cold metal, watching the rain streak the small windows. It was a Tuesday. Or perhaps a Wednesday. Time had become a fluid thing, slippery like the mud on the road outside. You were a soldier, or at least you wore the uniform that said so. The insignia on your...

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