The Golden Compass

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The air in the Grand Auditorium of the Ironworks Palace hung thick, a viscous suspension of cigar smoke, roasted meat, and the metallic tang of the new steam drives that powered the city’s heart, and Julian Vane stood at the edge of the banquet table, his fingers trembling not from the cold but from the terrifying, electric hum of the compass in his breast pocket, a device that should have been...

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