The Golden Compass

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Elias. That was the first word I heard when I woke up, though it wasn’t spoken. It was the sound of the brass needle striking the glass face of the instrument in my pocket, a sharp, metallic tick that cut through the silence of the room. I lay still for a moment, listening to the hum of the refrigerator and the distant, rhythmic thud of a train passing somewhere beyond the thick walls of the...

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