The Golden Compass
The glass shattered against the cobblestones of the courtyard, a sound like a bone snapping, and I watched the shards of the golden compass scatter across the wet, soot-blackened ground, each fragment catching the pale, sickly light of the gas lamps that buzzed overhead with the frantic, dying hum of trapped insects. I stood there, my hands still raised in the empty air where the delicate...
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