The Golden Compass
Chapter One Femmigje Kuiper stood in the sleet, the wet snow plastering his wool coat to his ribs, holding a gold compass that had not been his for twenty years. The skirmish had ended only minutes prior, the smugglers’ bodies already stiffening in the drifts, but the tribunal’s warrant had arrived at the outpost before the blood had even dried, a bureaucratic error that labeled him a traitor...
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