The Golden Compass
Act I Hoda Habib, thirty-four years old and the son of a pawnbroker, stood in the mud of the village square, his left hand trembling violently as he attempted to sheathe his sword. What stood against him was not a man but a rule, a rigid military tribunal that had stripped him of rank for refusing an order, and the single uncanny element pressing against his flesh was the persistent, cold...
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