The Golden Compass

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The queue at the border checkpoint stretched for two hundred yards, a serpentine line of mud-caked coats and shivering shoulders that Maren counted in her head to keep from looking at the soldier’s boots. She weighed the brass compass in her palm, its cold metal biting into her skin, and calculated the odds: three miles of ravine, four hours of walking, and a brother named Thomas who was...

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