The Golden Compass

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The brass needle did not point north. It pointed to Mara’s bakery, three miles east, where the ovens were dying and the debt collectors were circling. Elias Thorne held the instrument in his office, the cold metal biting into his palm, while the needle trembled with a heat that felt like a fever. He was a structural engineer, a man of calculations and load-bearing capacities, not a man of...

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