The Golden Compass

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The sky broke open in the morning. Not with rain. With fire. Elias stood on the bridge. The planks shuddered beneath his boots. The river below was black. It was still. It looked like oil. A scream rose from the water. Then silence. The mist curled around his ankles. It tasted of copper. He held the compass. It was brass. It was warm. The needle did not point north. It pointed at his hand....

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