The Golden Compass
You’re in the box. Don’t look up. Look at the floor. It’s cold. Concrete. Wet. Smells like rust. And old blood. I can feel it. Through the soles of my shoes. My hands are shaking. Tie them tighter. That’s the order. From the top. From the man in the suit. Mr. Sterling. He’s nice. He’s always nice. He brings coffee. Black. No sugar. He says, "We’re just trying to help you, David." Help me. What...
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