The Golden Compass

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The rain was hitting the Ministry windows with a rhythmic, dull thud, the kind of sound that makes you feel the weight of the building pressing down on your shoulders, and then a voice from the hallway, sharp and clipped, called out, "Elias, get in here before I forget you exist." You did not turn around immediately; you kept your eyes on the stack of intake forms, your fingers resting on the...

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