The Golden Compass

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The banquet hall smelled of roasted duck and old varnish. Marcus sat at the head of the long table. His uniform was pressed sharp. The brass on his chest caught the light. It blinked. A cold star in a dark room. Around him, the officers ate. They laughed. The sound was wet and heavy. It clung to the walls. The chandeliers swayed slightly. A low hum filled the air. It vibrated in Marcus’s...

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