The Golden Compass

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The ironworks town of Ashcroft smelled of sulfur and wet ash. The air hung heavy, a suffocating blanket that pressed against the lungs. Elias Thorne stood on the ridge, watching the smoke rise. It twisted. It curled. It died. He was a man of logic. A man of measurements. He carried a brass compass in his pocket. The needle shivered. It pointed not north, but down. Into the earth. Into the...

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