The Golden Compass
The chandelier shattered before the scream did. It fell in a cascade of crystal and glass, a blizzard of light that turned the ballroom into a graveyard of stars. The noise was not a crash. It was a breaking. A long, shuddering fracture that ran from the ceiling to the floor, splitting the air itself. Thomas stood in the center of the wreckage. He did not move. He watched the shards dance in...
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