The Golden Compass

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The brass needle of the compass did not point north; it pointed at the hollow of your chest, trembling with a violence that made the glass case rattle against the wooden desk. You were forty years old, Dr. Elias Thorne, and you had twenty-four hours to finalize the municipal zoning map for the city of Oakhaven, a task that required the steady hand of a man who believed he understood the...

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