The Golden Compass

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The rain had been falling for three days, a persistent, gray curtain that blurred the edges of the city and turned the streets into shallow, muddy rivers. Inside the precinct, the air smelled of wet wool, stale coffee, and the metallic tang of old fear. Elias Thorne stood at his desk, a small island of order in a sea of chaos, and stared at the brass compass on his blotter. It was a heavy,...

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