The Golden Compass

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The year was 1347, and the air in Lyon tasted of rot and wet ash. Elias, a scribe of thirty years, clutched the Golden Compass to his chest as he fled the city gates, the relic humming against his ribs with a vibration that felt less like sound and more like a second heartbeat. Beside him, Thomas Bradshaw, his friend of a decade, stumbled over the mud, his cough rattling in a chest that seemed...

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