The Golden Compass

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I woke with the taste of iron and wet silt in my mouth. The dream was the same as it had been for three nights, a loop of grey water and a name I could not quite hear. I sat up in the cot of my temporary quarters, the one the Bureau had assigned me after they pulled my service weapon. My hands were shaking. They always shook when the reeds started to whisper. I am Elias Thorne, forty-two, and I...

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