The Golden Compass

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2026-08-20 13:04:13 -

The glass shattered. It hit the tile. It sprayed. Sharp. Cold. I picked up a shard. It cut my thumb. A thin line of red. I watched it well. I was in my study. The hour was late. The clock ticked. One second. Two seconds. A lifetime in between. My hands trembled. Not from fear. From fatigue. From the sheer weight of the years. I am a man of books. Of dust and silence. Of quiet rooms. But...

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