The Golden Compass

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The brass compass in Thomas’s hand was warm, not with the heat of friction or the sun, but with a low, persistent vibration that traveled up his wrist and settled behind his teeth. He sat at the desk in the Headmaster’s office, the smell of wet wool and old paper thick in the air, his fingers wrapped around the cold metal casing that hummed like a trapped wasp. The needle did not point north;...

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