The Golden Compass

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The brass compass in Arthur Vane’s pocket was hot, a localized fever against the wool of his trousers. He adjusted his cufflinks, his hands steady, his eyes fixed on the ledger before him. The numbers did not add up. They never did, not since the autumn of 1888, when Julian had fallen from the roof of the Mint, and the official report had called it a slip. Arthur was thirty years old, a junior...

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