The Golden Compass

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The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed a relentless, metallic rhythm against the high, arched windows of the St. Jude’s Institute for Atmospheric Research, a sound that seemed to vibrate in the marrow of Elias Thorne’s bones. He sat in his office, a room that smelled of stale coffee, damp wool, and the ozone tang of overheating copper, staring at the oscilloscope screen. The green...

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