The Golden Compass
The needle of the golden compass did not point north, a fact that Elias Thorne had known since his mother pressed the cold metal into his palm in the winter of his seventh year. In the walled city of Oakhaven, where the smell of rotting straw and unwashed bodies hung heavy in the air of 1348, the instrument was the only constant in a world dissolving into fever and delirium. Elias, a...
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