The Golden Compass
Chapter One Leif Lonne adjusted the brass bezel of the Golden Compass, his fingers slick with sweat as he climbed the thirty-one of the Tannery Steps toward the High Court, the relic humming a low, domestic warmth against his palm that felt less like a tool and more like a second heartbeat. The gaslight flickered in the northern wind, casting long, jagged shadows of the new bank building across...
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