The Golden Compass

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The mud of the execution pit in Harrowgate was thick with the rain of the previous week, a slick, dark paste that smelled of wet iron and old blood, and it was there, half-buried in the silt beneath the gallows, that I found the compass. I had been alone, as I was often alone now, walking the perimeter of the village to ensure the night watchmen were not merely sleeping in their posts, a duty...

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