The Golden Compass

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended grey curtain that blurred the boundary between the highway and the desolate stretch of the Canadian wilderness where the patrol van sat idling, its engine a low, rhythmic thrum that seemed to vibrate in the marrow of Sergeant Elias Thorne’s bones. He sat in the driver’s seat, his hands resting loosely on the steering wheel, the...

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