The Golden Compass

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The mud of the Somme did not merely soak; it swallowed. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood waist-deep in the churning slurry, the rain a cold needle in his skin, while the sky tore itself apart with the rhythmic, guttural cough of artillery. In his right hand, he clutched a brass compass, its casing warm and humming with a low, subsonic vibration that traveled up his wrist and settled in the marrow of...

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