The Golden Compass

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The rain was coming down in sheets, turning the asphalt of the federal processing center’s yard into a black, slick mirror that reflected the yellow halogen lights of the convoy as they idled, their engines coughing out white plumes of steam into the cold air. I stood near the loading dock, my hands shoved deep into the pockets of my wool overcoat, watching the mud-splattered trucks roll out...

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