The Golden Compass

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The ring was cold. It sat on the table. I looked at it. Then I looked at my hands. They were steady. They had to be. I was a soldier. I knew how to hold a line. I knew how to take a hit. But this was different. This was home. This was the war inside the walls. I picked up the ring. It was gold. Heavy. It caught the light from the window. The light was grey. It was always grey in this house. The...

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