The Golden Compass

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The brass compass felt cold against Elias’s palm, its needle trembling with a faint, erratic jitter that had no business happening in a climate-controlled office. He adjusted his tie, the fabric stiff and foreign against his neck, and looked up at the desk where Director Halloway sat. Halloway did not look back immediately. He was arranging a row of staplers with geometric precision, his face a...

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