The Golden Compass
The rain fell in sheets. Thick and gray. It hit the pavement with a hiss. I stood by the window. My coffee was cold. It sat in the mug. A skin formed on top. I watched the street. Cars passed. Their lights smeared. Red and white streaks. They blurred into nothing. My phone buzzed. A vibration. A small, angry buzz against the wood. I picked it up. The screen glowed. Blue light. It cut the dark...
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