The Golden Compass

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The map was a lie. You knew it before you unfolded the crinkled, yellowed paper on the kitchen table. The ink was faded, the lines smudged by rain and the oil of your father’s hands. It promised a path to safety, to the soft green hills beyond the gray city, to a life where the air did not taste of coal dust and iron. But the lines did not match the street. The compass in your pocket, a brass...

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