The Golden Compass

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The parchment was heavy, its seal of red wax cracked and brittle under Elias Thorne’s thumb, a weight that felt less like paper and more like lead. He held it in his left hand, the right gripping the brass case of his father’s compass, the needle spinning with a frantic, silent violence that defied the stillness of the snow. It was the fourteenth of November, 1893, and the wind off the river...

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