The Golden Compass

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Thorne. The name hung in the air of the station house, spoken by the clerk with a flatness that suggested it was less a summons and more a label on a box, and I felt the weight of it settle into the hollow space behind my ribs where my heart had been failing for the last three winters. I am Elias Thorne, fifty-two years old, a retired sheriff whose badge is now just a piece of tarnished metal...

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