The Golden Compass

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The letter lay on the workbench, the wax seal broken, the ink smudged where Elias Thorne had pressed his thumb too hard. It was a notice from the City Council, dated three days hence, demanding the Grand Meridian clock be installed in the Town Hall square. He read it twice, the paper trembling in his hand, not from the wind, but from the cold that had settled into his bones overnight. The smell...

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