The Golden Compass

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The glass shattered before I heard the scream. It was a sound like a bone snapping. Then silence. A heavy, wet silence. I stood in the center of the room. The air smelled of ozone and old dust. My hand was still raised. I looked at it. It was trembling. Not from fear. From effort. There was no body on the floor. There was only the shard of the mirror. It had been a large oval frame, gilded in a...

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