The Golden Compass
Thorne! Keep your head down, you fool, or the next bolt will take it off! The shout came from the parapet, ragged and wet with mud, but Elias did not look up. He stood in the courtyard of the keep, his left arm hanging uselessly at his side, the bone in his forearm twisted so badly that the skin was already bruising black and purple. The gate was gone. It had been splintered an hour ago by...
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