The Golden Compass

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In the dream, the hospital room was made of glass, transparent and brittle, and the air inside smelled of ozone and dried lavender. Elias stood before a large, brass instrument mounted on the wall, its dials twitching with a life of their own. It was a compass, but not for north or south. Its needle spun with a frantic, staccato rhythm, pointing not to a direction, but to a date. The needle...

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