The Golden Compass

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The feast hall of the Ashwood Palace smelled of roasted boar and stale incense. Captain Elias Thorne stood by the hearth, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword, but his mind was fixed on the object in his other hand. The Golden Compass. It was a small, intricate thing, brass and gold, with a needle that did not point north. It pointed inward. It hummed. The sound was a low, persistent...

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