The Golden Compass

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The compass sat in the mud. It was a brass thing, old and tarnished, its glass face cracked like a dried riverbed. Sergeant Elias Thorne knelt in the rain, his knees sinking into the black earth of the quarry. He picked it up. The weight of it was wrong. Too light. Or maybe he was just too tired to feel the difference. He wiped the mud from the faceplate with his thumb. The needle trembled,...

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