The Golden Compass

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The needle twitched. It was a small, jerking motion, like a dog shaking off water, but in the dim light of the watchtower, it looked like a spasm. You held the silver case in your left hand, the metal cold and slick with condensation. Your right hand rested on the railing, knuckles white. Below, the mist rolled through the valley floor, thick and grey, swallowing the stone bridges and the dark...

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