The Golden Compass

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The rain in Seattle did not wash things clean; it only made the grime slicker, turning the city into a mirror of wet asphalt and fractured neon. Elias Thorne sat in the interrogation room, his hands cuffed to the steel table, watching the water drip from the window seal onto the concrete floor with a rhythmic, indifferent tick. He was forty-two years old, a sergeant with twenty years of...

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