The Golden Compass

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The sky over the Appalachian ridge did not break; it dissolved. It started as a hum, a low-frequency vibration that Marcus Thorne felt in his molars before he heard it with his ears. He was kneeling in the mud, the rain slicking his hair back from his forehead, the heavy wool of his coat soaked through to the skin. Beside him, the body of the man he had just stopped lay still, but the stillness...

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