The Golden Compass

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Bo Luo’s fingers, stained with the iron gall ink of a century past, slid across the vellum of the plan, tracing the curved spine of the Golden Compass tower as the cold draft from the broken window of the Municipal Records Bureau bit into his neck, the air in the archive heavy with the scent of damp paper and the metallic tang of the reclamation yard outside where the dead machines rusted in...

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