The Golden Compass

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The rain fell on the tin roof of the clinic like a thousand small, angry hammers, each strike a distinct punctuation mark in the long, wet sentence of the evening. Elias Thorne sat in the corner, his back against the cold brick, watching the mud swirl around the base of the window. He was not here for his own health, though his lungs rattled with the deep, wet cough of a man who had spent too...

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