The Golden Compass

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The seal was red. I pressed my thumb to the wax. It held. The room was cold. Stone walls. High ceilings. Dust motes danced in the shafts of light. I stood alone. My uniform was pristine. The buttons shone. I had been here for thirty years. I knew every crack in the floor. I knew the weight of the air. It was heavy. It tasted of iron. I was the Chief Inspector. I wore the badge. The badge was...

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