The Golden Compass

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The brass instrument sat on the desk, cold and heavy, its face a labyrinth of tiny, shifting gears. My palm blistered where I held it, the pain a sharp, white heat that seared through the skin. I am Elias Thorne, thirty-two, a junior archivist in the Ministry of Records, and I want to decode this thing. I want to prove that I did not steal the state’s hidden treasury, that the accusation is a...

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