The Golden Compass
Chapter One Did the compass whisper, or did the silence simply echo back a name she had forgotten how to hear? Serena Bevan adjusted the strap of her maintenance suit, the leather stiff against her wrist, and stared at the relic resting on the workbench in the St. Jude’s Archive. The object was a brass astrolabe, its face etched with constellations that did not exist in the sky of the orbital...
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