The Golden Compass
Act I: The Compass The antique dealer in Paris had the sort of smile that suggested he knew exactly what something was worth and was counting on you knowing less. Julian Ashworth knew this, which was why he kept his expression carefully blank as he turned the brass compass over in his hands. It was not a navigational instrument. That was the first thing Julian noticed. The compass face had no...
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