The Golden Compass
The sound of the breach was not a bang but a tearing, a violent unzipping of the air in the atrium of the Ministry of Internal Security, a place that smelled of floor wax, stale coffee, and the metallic tang of fear. Elias Thorne did not flinch. He stood in the center of the marble expanse, his service rifle leveled at the chest of the Director, a man who had once held Elias’s hand at his...
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