The Golden Compass
Arthur Blackwell stood at the edge of Bloomsbury, where the gas lamps had only recently been replaced by electric ones, and the fog that rolled in from the Thames carried the weight of a thousand unspoken stories. He was a man who had spent his life searching for compasses—golden compasses, brass compasses, compasses of silver and iron—but he had never found the one that truly pointed him where...
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