The Golden Compass
The radio crackled, a jagged tear in the silence of the corridor, and you knew before the words resolved that the order had come. It was not a question. It was a directive from the Command, cold and absolute, delivered through the static with the weight of steel. You were to escort the prisoner, a man named Elias Thorne, to the extraction point in the northern ridge. The mission was simple in...
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