The Golden Compass

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The glass was warm in your hand, a solid block of amber light that had taken three weeks to cool and three more to polish until it could hold a human face without warping the eyes. You held it up to the window of the small, cramped workshop you had rented in the basement of an old textile mill in Manchester, a space that smelled permanently of resin, dust, and the damp earth that seeped through...

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