The Golden Compass
The rain against the windowpane of the cramped fourth-floor office at Halloway University was a relentless, rhythmic drumming that seemed to vibrate in the marrow of Elias Thorne’s bones, a sound that had become indistinguishable from the low, thrumming anxiety that had consumed him for the past three years. He sat hunched over a desk cluttered with stacks of dog-eared journals and cold cups of...
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