The Golden Compass
In a narrow house off Great Russell Street, where the British Museum's limestone walls threw back the grey London light like a question asked in a language everyone understood but no one answered, Julian Mercer kept his compasses. Not the sort of compass that points north. That would have been ordinary, and Julian had long ago grown suspicious of anything ordinary. His compasses were brass and...
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