The Golden Compass

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The bell tower of St. Jude’s rang out at the hour of the wolf, a sound that tasted like iron and old blood. I woke with the taste of copper on my tongue. My hands were shaking. Not from cold, though the stone floor bit into my knees through the wool of my tunic. I shook because I remembered. I remembered the weight of it. The compass. It lay on the table by the window, half-buried in shadows. A...

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