The Golden Compass

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The brass astrolabe in my pocket had worn smooth. It was a small thing, no larger than a walnut, its once-intricate etchings of constellations and zodiac signs blurred by years of friction against my thigh. I carried it because I had to. I did not know why I had to, only that the absence of its weight felt like a missing bone. I was a clerk at the Ministry of Atmospheric Regulation, a title...

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