The Golden Compass
The compass needle trembled, then spun—not north, not south, but toward something the maps had never named. Professor Elias Thornwood stood in the cramped archive beneath the Bodleian Library, his fingers tracing the brass rim of an instrument he had spent thirty years believing did not exist. The manuscript that had led him here—bound in what the cataloguer politely described as "uncertain...
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