The Golden Compass

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The pen hovered over the intake form, its nib dry, scratching a faint, angry line against the cardboard. Elias Thorne pulled his hand back, the movement jerky, and stared at the stain spreading on the page. It was not ink. It was the taste of copper, thick and metallic, flooding his mouth, a phantom bleed that had no source in the room. He wiped his tongue with the back of his hand, the skin...

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