The Golden Compass
The gate was iron. It was cold. Miles stood before it. He held the compass. It was brass. It was old. The needle spun. It did not stop. Miles felt the weight of it. He was a sinner. He knew this. He had stolen. He had lied. He had broken trust. The court waited. The King sat on the throne. The King was old. His face was a map of lines. He did not blink. He watched Miles. The air was thin. It...
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