The Golden Compass

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The rain in Detroit didn’t wash things clean. It just made the grime slicker. I sat in the back of the unmarked sedan, watching the wipers beat a frantic, useless rhythm against the glass. My hands were bound. Not with rope. With zip ties. They bit into my wrists. I didn’t move. I didn’t beg. I was a sergeant. I knew the weight of silence. "Keep your head down, Miller," the driver said. He was...

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