The Golden Compass

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The ledger said forty-two years old, twelve years service, and one incident. I counted the pages of my file in the Major’s office, the paper dry and brittle under my thumbs. Outside, the river ran warm, a steaming vein cutting through the frozen mud of the border town. It was wrong. Winter had set in three weeks ago, but the water never dropped below body temperature. It smelled of iron and old...

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