The Golden Compass

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2026-08-24 16:08:47 -

The silver locket was warm in Thomas’s palm, the metal having absorbed the heat of his body during the long walk from the cottage. It was a small, oval thing, tarnished by years of sweat and soil, but the silver inside was still bright enough to catch the low sun of the August afternoon. He held it between his thumb and forefinger, feeling the slight dent on the left side where his father had...

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