The Golden Compass

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The pen was warm in your hand, the plastic casing slick with the heat of your palm, the ink flowing in a steady, black line across the actuarial table. You were Elias Thorne, forty-two years old, and you were about to sign your life away. The room was cold, the air conditioning humming a low, constant note that you had learned to ignore over the last three years, but today the sound felt...

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