The Golden Compass

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The alarm did not ring. It simply stopped existing, which was worse than the sound because the silence had weight, a heavy, wet wool that pressed against the eardrums of the entire house before the first light of dawn dared to breach the blinds. Margaret Holloway stood in the hallway, her feet bare on the cold hardwood, holding the brass astrolabe in both hands. It was not a compass, not truly,...

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