The Golden Compass

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The sky split. Not with thunder. With light. You saw it first. A tear in the grey wool of the afternoon. It hung over the factory floor. You stopped. Your hammer dropped. It clattered. The sound was too loud. It was the only sound. You looked up. The tear widened. It bled gold. Thick gold. Like molten copper. But warm. It dripped. A drop fell. It hit the concrete. It did not splash. It sank. It...

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