The Golden Compass
"Did you think I was joking when I said I’d take the post?" I asked this to no one, standing before the window of my small, drafty office in the Oakhaven Primary School, watching the rain strip the last of the autumn leaves from the oak tree that gave our village its name. The glass was cold against my forehead, a sharp, gritty chill that seeped into my skin, and I smiled at my own reflection,...
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