The Golden Compass

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Thorne. The word hung in the damp air of the stairwell, not shouted but dropped, a heavy coin landing on the linoleum with a dull, final thud that seemed to vibrate through the soles of Elias’s shoes. He paused on the third step, his hand gripping the rusted iron railing, the brass compass in his left pocket ticking against his hip like a second, erratic heart. He knew who had called him,...

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