The Golden Compass
Chapter One The Mekong delta churned with the weight of industry, a gray slurry of concrete and river silt that swallowed the horizon before it could offer a name. In the ruins of a district that had once housed a for-profit school, Văn Thanh stood with his rifle jammed, the bolt stuck in the mud of his boot. The enemy officer, bleeding from the lip, wore the same insignia as Thanh, a gold leaf...
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