The Golden Compass

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Elias Thorne’s fingers, stained with the black grease of a thousand repairs, trembled as he held the escapement under the single, flickering tallow candle. The metal was cold, colder than the air in the workshop, and it vibrated with a phantom frequency that had haunted his dreams for weeks, a shattered golden wheel spinning in a void of snow. He was forty-five years old, a master clockmaker in...

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