The Golden Compass

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The needle of the Golden Compass had not moved in three days, and it pointed squarely at my chest. I held the brass instrument in my trembling hands, the cold metal biting into my palm, while the smell of rot and lavender hung thick in the air of the infirmary. Elara lay on the straw pallet, her breathing shallow and wet, her skin the color of old parchment. I am Elias, a scholar of natural...

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