The Golden Compass

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The invitation lay on the table, heavy stock, embossed with the family crest, a golden compass needle pointing north. Elias Thorne picked it up, the paper cold against his sweating palm. He was forty-two, a botanist of modest renown, and he needed the university to grant him tenure by Friday. The fee for his sister Mara’s experimental marrow transplant was eight thousand dollars, a sum that sat...

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