The Golden Compass

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The bandage on Elias Thorne’s right hand was soaked through with sweat, the white cotton turning grey in the dim light of the officer’s quarters. He sat on the edge of the bed, the wood creaking under his weight, and watched the golden pulse that beat beneath his skin, a rhythm that did not match his own heartbeat. It was the third night in a row that the dream had come, the same dream of the...

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