The Golden Compass
"You're done, Elias. Sign the paper." Captain Halloway did not look up from his desk. The light in the interrogation room was flat, coming from a fluorescent tube that buzzed at a frequency just below hearing, a sound you felt in the molars more than the ears. It was a Tuesday. I knew it was a Tuesday because the coffee in the styrofoam cup had gone cold, and I had been sitting there for two...
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