The Golden Compass
The order was printed on thin, grey paper, the ink slightly blurred where the rain had seeped through the flap of the envelope. Sergeant Elias Thorne read it twice, his thumb tracing the line that designated his unit for the morning assault, a task that carried a price in lives he could not afford to spend. He folded the paper and tucked it into his tunic, next to the brass compass that sat...
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