The Golden Compass

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Thorne. Mr. Vance’s voice cut through the hum of the ventilation system, sharp as a knife against glass. Elias Thorne looked up from the ledger. His fingers were stained with ink, the black smudges digging into the whorls of his fingerprints. He did not look at Vance. He looked at the page. The number was wrong. It had been wrong for three days. "Senior Auditor Thorne," Vance said, leaning on...

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