The Golden Compass

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Chapter One "Grain Reserve: Void. Debt: Accrued." Văn Long read the ledger line, the ink still wet, smelling of iron and silt. He was forty-five, his face a map of lines that deepened when he frowned, which was often. Around his neck hung a gold chain, fused to the skin at the base of his throat, holding a compass that did not point north. It pointed at Mai. She sat across from him in the...

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