The Golden Compass

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The glass was thick. It hummed. Mara pressed her forehead against the pane. Cold. Sharp. She smelled the ozone. She smelled the rain. "Stop it," said David. He stood by the door. He held his coffee. It was lukewarm. He looked at the wall. "I'm not stopping," Mara said. Her voice was flat. It was thin. "Then what are you doing?" "Waiting." "For what?" "For the bird." David laughed. It was a dry...

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