The Golden Compass

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The brass casing was warm, warmer than the air in the room should have allowed. Thomas Vane held it in his left hand, the thumb resting on the glass cover, feeling the faint, rhythmic pulse of the needle beneath. It did not point north. It pointed east, toward the infirmary wing where his sister Elara lay dying of the lung-rot that had plagued the court staff for three winters. Thomas was a...

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