The Golden Compass

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The needle trembled. It hung in the air, suspended by a thread of silver light, pointing not north, but inward. “You are late, Dr. Vane,” said the Warden. His voice was dry, like leaves skittering over cobblestones. He sat behind a desk of black oak, carved with the faces of men who had not slept in a century. “The hour is upon us. Do not keep the mechanism waiting.” Elias Vane did not look at...

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