The Golden Compass
Act I Milena Munteanu was thirty-two years old and owed the colony six months’ rent on her oxygen subscription. She stood in the hydroponics bay, the air thick with the damp heat of failing filters, and watched the second-best wrench slide from her hand into the irrigation trench. The wrench was her father’s, a tool that had fixed half the colony’s leaks before it rusted, and now it lay useless...
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