The Golden Compass
"Thorne, you’re a dead man walking and you don’t even know it yet." The words came from Deputy Miller, standing in the doorway of the sheriff’s office, his face pale and slick with sweat despite the chill of the late autumn afternoon. I didn’t look up from the case file on my desk. The light was failing, slanting through the blinds in dusty, amber bars that illuminated the dust motes dancing...
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