The Golden Compass

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The smoke from the chimney curls up into the grey, indifferent sky of Ashport, a thin white ribbon against the soot-stained brick. You are standing on the wet cobblestones, your boots heavy with the mud of the industrial district. The air smells of coal dust, wet wool, and the metallic tang of fear. Your father’s hands are shaking. He is holding a small, brass compass. It is tarnished, green...

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