The Golden Compass

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The needle did not point north. It pointed at Mara. Elias held the golden compass in his left hand, the metal warm against his palm, while his right hand steadied the fine-tipped engraving tool. The workshop was a tomb of silence, broken only by the scratch of the steel and the wet, rattling cough from the adjacent room. It was the winter of 1348, and the air in Florence smelled of woodsmoke...

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