The Golden Compass

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October 14, 1998 The needle spins. It is a thin, metallic whine, like a tuning fork struck against bone, and it lives in the left side of my skull. I am Elias Thorne, thirty-two, and I am sitting in the basement archives of the St. Jude’s Institute for Behavioral Studies, surrounded by the smell of decaying paper and cold stone. My contract expires in six months. If I do not publish my thesis...

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