The Golden Compass

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Three days. That was how long the wren had been in the tin cup. Three days since the water ran out, and three days since the light in the farmhouse had gone from a warm, dusty yellow to the grey, dead glare of a storm that wouldn’t break. I sat in the mud of the Appalachian foothills, the rifle heavy in my hands, watching the small, golden bird twitch once, twice, and then stop. It was a...

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