The Golden Compass

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The light in the station was the color of old bruised plums, thick and stagnant, hanging low from the gas lamps that flickered with a dying sputter as I stood before the desk of Chief Inspector Harrow. My name, Arthur Vane, was not spoken so much as spat out into the silence of the room, a label slapped onto a file that had already been closed, and I felt the weight of the brass compass in my...

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