The Golden Compass

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The mud in the trench was not merely wet; it was a living, sucking thing that pulled at Elias Thorne’s boots with a patience that felt almost affectionate. He stood knee-deep in the slurry, the rain hammering the earth until the distinction between the sky and the ground dissolved into a grey, churning mist. In his left hand, he clutched the gold compass, its case dented and tarnished, the...

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