The Golden Compass

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The iron gates of the Foundry closed with a sound like a heavy sigh, sealing Margaret inside the twilight. She did not look back at the world of gaslights and cobblestones she was leaving. She held the brass cylinder against her chest. It was warm. It hummed, a low vibration that traveled up her arm and settled in the hollow of her throat. The air here was different. It tasted of ozone and old...

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