The Golden Compass

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The morning air in the trench sector of New York was thick with the scent of ozone and wet iron, a metallic taste that clung to the back of Captain Elias Thorne’s throat long after he had pulled his helmet down. It was not a war of mud and blood in the old sense, but a conflict of geometry and light, fought in the shimmering, fractured planes that had torn through the city’s skyline three days...

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