The Golden Compass

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The train left at six. Margaret stood by the platform edge. The wind cut through her coat. It was cold. Very cold. She held the brass compass in her left hand. The case was worn. The brass was dull. The glass was cracked. It had been with her for forty years. It had been with her since the day she married Thomas. Thomas was on the train. He did not look back. He stood by the window. He looked...

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