The Golden Compass

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The rain fell like a shroud. Cold. Wet. It soaked through the wool of Elias’s coat, chilling his bones. He stood in the alley behind the old textile factory. His gun was out. His hands shook. Not from fear. From rage. “Where is she?” he asked. The man across from him did not answer. He was young. Too young for this. His eyes were wide, white-rimmed, filled with a terror that had no bottom. He...

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