The Golden Compass

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The border fence was not a line on a map, but a physical thing, a bruise of steel and wire that cut across the landscape like a scar that refused to heal. I stood before it, my boots sinking into the damp, cold mud of the valley floor. The mist was thick, erasing the horizon, reducing the world to a small, gray circle around my boots. I was a man who had spent twenty years learning to hold a...

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