The Golden Compass

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The brass weight of the compass sat heavy in my palm, its face cracked down the center, a fracture I had not noticed until I closed my fingers around it that night. It was a thing of dead metal and glass, useless for navigation, yet I held it as if it were a live coal, feeling the cold bite of the brass against my skin. I was thirty-two years old, a senior inspector in the Metropolitan Police,...

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