The Golden Compass

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Elias, get down here. The voice came from the top of the stairs, rough with the particular fatigue of a man who had not slept since the sirens last wailed. Elias stood in the kitchen, his hands buried up to the wrists in a bucket of cold, gray water, scrubbing the flour from under his fingernails. He did not move. The water was gritty, carrying the sediment of the city’s decay, and the cold bit...

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