The Golden Compass

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October 14, 1893 The needle does not point north, nor does it point south, but it swings with a frantic, trembling insistence toward the east, where the lungs of my sister Elara are slowly turning to ash, and I hold the brass casing in my palm until the metal bites into the soft flesh of my thumb, a sharp pain that is the only thing more real than the coughing that shakes her small frame in the...

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