The Golden Compass

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"You’re bleeding on the concrete," said Miller. He stood over you. His shadow stretched long and thin in the afternoon sun. The air smelled of rust and old sweat. You looked down. Your hands were slick. Red. Darker than you expected. You had been sparring with the heavy bag for three hours. The leather had worn through. You had been hitting it with a feror that surprised you. Not anger. Just a...

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