The Golden Compass

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The object in your hand is warm. Not the warmth of a recently used mug, but a deeper, geological heat, as if the brass had been sitting in the sun for centuries. You turn it over in your fingers, feeling the intricate engravings bite into your skin, a tiny, sharp warning. It is a compass, but not one that points north. The needle, a sliver of iridescent metal, spins lazily, refusing to settle,...

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