The Golden Compass

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The hammer struck the iron. It rang out, a sharp, bright note that cut through the damp air of the workshop. I did not flinch. I had stopped flinching years ago. Holloway stood over me. His shadow fell across the anvil, blocking the light from the single window. He was a large man, built like a doorframe, and he smelled of stale tobacco and fear. I kept my eyes on the metal. The glow was dying....

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