The Golden Compass

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The Golden Compass

The compass did not point north. That was the first thing Eleanor Vane learned when her grandfather left her the shop. It sat on a velvet cushion behind glass, no larger than a thimble, its brass casing tarnished to the colour of old tea. The needle trembled\u2014trembled, though there was no hand to shake it\u2014then settled on a direction that made no sense. Not north. Not south. East?...

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