The Golden Compass

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The shattering of the glass case was not a sound so much as a physical blow to the eardrums, a high-pitched shriek that seemed to strip the varnish from the air in the Grand Hall, leaving behind a scent of ozone and crushed silica that clung to the back of my throat like a bad taste. I stood there, my boots planted on the marble floor that had cooled under the midday sun, watching the shards of...

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