The Golden Compass

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March 14, 2024. The glass shard is cold against my thumb, jagged and fine as a sliver of ice. It has no point, just a sharp, irregular edge that catches the fluorescent light of my temporary office in the Capitol’s inner security grid. I hold it up to the window, watching the crack spread in the pane. It did not come from a hammer or a fist. It just appeared, a spiderweb fracture in the center...

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