The Golden Compass

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The door was locked. I checked the latch. It was engaged. The key was in my pocket. I had it. I knew I had it. My hand went to my coat. Empty. I searched the other pocket. Nothing. The cold bit through the wool. The hallway smelled of damp plaster and old rain. I pressed my ear to the wood. Silence. Not the silence of empty rooms. The silence of a held breath. I am Thomas. I used to be Thomas...

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