The Golden Compass

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The train shuddered. Steam hissed. It tasted of iron. Miles blurred. Green fields. Gray sky. Silence. Elias sat. His hand closed. Tight. Around the brass. Heavy. Warm. It was not a compass. It was a thumb. His own. Or so he thought. No. Not his. It was Arthur’s. Preserved. In amber. In wax. In time. Arthur was gone. Three years. Dead. Elias held the bone. He was a merchant. Of clocks. Of...

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