The Golden Compass

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The map is wrong. You know this now. You have known it for three days, since the ink began to bleed on the damp desk in your attic room, smearing the gold leaf into a brown, sickly sludge. The city below your window is a grid of iron and steam, a beast that breathes coal smoke and exhales fog. It does not care for your legends. It does not care for the golden compass you hold in your trembling...

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