The Golden Compass

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The hand was always severed at the wrist, the skin pale and taut, the fingers rigid with a purpose that defied the dead. Elias Thorne woke with the phantom pressure of those bones against his chest, a cold weight that did not belong to his own body. He sat up in the dark of his apartment, the city sounds of traffic and distant sirens filtering through the window, and felt the familiar, hollow...

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