The Golden Compass

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The mud sucked at my boots with a wet, tearing sound as I dragged the dead man’s weight toward the gate, his fingers still locked in a spasm around my collar, cold and slick with the rain that had begun to fall in the grey hour before dawn. I was thirty-two, a captain in the 4th Infantry, and I had killed him with the butt of my rifle, a brutal, clumsy thing done in the dark where honor has no...

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