The Golden Compass
The needle in your pocket ticks. It is a small, brass thing, no bigger than a pocket watch, but it has a weight to it that settles deep into your thigh with every step you take. You are Elias Thorne, thirty-two, and you have been an inspector at the Blackwood Textile Mill for four years. You want to keep your job. You need to keep your job because your brother, Arthur, is in the St. Jude’s...
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