The Golden Compass

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The snow against the windowpane of the East Wing office had not melted since dawn, a white, silent accumulation that mirrored the stillness of the brass compass resting on your desk. You are Elias Thorne, thirty-two, a senior warden at Blackwood Asylum, and your hands tremble not from the cold, but from the knowledge that the needle, which should point toward the source of a person’s deepest...

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