The Golden Compass

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The brass compass sat on the workbench. It was cold. Elias held it. His fingers were rough. They were stained with oil. The metal was warm now. It hummed against his palm. A low, dull vibration. Like a heart beating under skin. He looked up. The workshop was dark. Rain tapped on the roof. A steady, relentless rhythm. Outside, the world was gray. The village slept. Or pretended to. Elias was a...

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