The Golden Compass

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The fog rolls in from the harbor. It is thick. It is grey. It tastes of salt and iron. You hold the brass compass in your palm. The needle spins. It does not point north. It points inward. You are a man of duty. You wear the uniform of the coast guard. The wool is heavy. It chafes your neck. You stand on the deck of the *Hesperus*. The ship groans. The timber screams against the ropes. Captain...

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