The Golden Compass

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The rain against the windshield of the unmarked sedan was a rhythmic, maddening drumbeat that seemed to synchronize with the throbbing in Elias Thorne’s temples, a physical manifestation of the three years he had spent staring at the same bureaucratic walls, submitting the same forms, and receiving the same red-stamped denials from the Department of Border Integrity. He was forty-two, a man...

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