The Golden Compass

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The frost was a white grid on the windshield. Elias wiped it away with a rag that had long since lost its softness. The wipers shuddered to a stop. He sat in the driver’s seat of the unmarked sedan, the engine idling with a low, mechanical hum. The streetlamp outside flickered, casting a sickly yellow pulse over the wet asphalt. Inside, the air was cold and smelled of stale coffee and old...

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