The Golden Compass
Chapter One "Did you hear the vote passed?" Dieter Richter did not answer. He stood in the narrow corridor of the shipyard maintenance block, his hands stained with the black grease of vacuum welders, and listened to the hum of the ventilation shafts. The air was thin, recycled, and tasted of copper and stale sweat. Outside the porthole, the scrubland of the valley floor stretched out under a...
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