The Golden Compass

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The brass was cold against the damp stone. You are Elias Thorne. You are forty-two years old, and your thumb has worn a groove into the side of the compass where the glass has cracked. It does not point north. It points to the nearest lie. For twenty years, it has been your only honest instrument. Now it spins. The needle vibrates against the metal case, a high-pitched hum you feel in your...

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