The Golden Compass

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The needle did not point north. It trembled, a thin sliver of rusted steel, always swinging toward the southeast, toward the old plot in the churchyard where the earth had settled unevenly. Elias Thorne woke with the taste of copper in his mouth, the dream’s geometry still burning behind his eyes. He was forty-two, a man of precise measurements and quiet habits, and the concrete weight of his...

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