The Golden Compass
The house collapsed with a sound like a giant exhaling, a long, shuddering groan that tore through the quiet afternoon and shattered the world into jagged, screaming pieces. You were standing on the porch, your hands wrapped around the cold iron railing, watching as the roof of the old community center caved in, sending up a cloud of dust and debris that hung in the air like a gray shroud. It...
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