The Golden Compass

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The map was not paper. It was a thin, flexible sheet of hammered copper, etched with lines so fine they looked like the veins of a dried leaf. Elias Vance held it against the gray sky of the high desert, his knuckles white around its edges. The metal was cold, biting through his leather gloves, but his hands did not tremble. They had not trembled since the mountain pass, three days ago. He was...

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