The Golden Compass

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The compass lay in your palm, spinning with a frictionless, golden hum, its needle pointing at nothing, at everything, at the empty space where Silas used to stand beside you in the rain. You woke with the weight of it still ghosting against your skin, the metal cold and absent, leaving a phantom ache in the muscles of your hand that felt like carrying a stone wrapped in silk. It was 1912, and...

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