The Golden Compass

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The dream was always the same: a brass needle spinning in a void of black glass, hunting for a breath that had long since ceased to exist. I woke with the taste of copper in my mouth and the weight of the instrument pressing against my thigh, a cold, heavy presence that seemed to pulse in time with my own failing heart. I am Silas Vane, a constable in Blackwood, and I have carried the Golden...

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