The Golden Compass

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The digital clock on the wall of Conference Room 4B ticked four, then five, then six minutes past two, each second a small, heavy weight dropping onto the white table where Elias Thorne sat. He was thirty-four years old, a structural engineer with twelve years of service and a reputation for meticulousness that had, until this morning, been his only currency. In his left hand, he clutched a...

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