The Golden Compass

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Act I Lupita Talamantes pressed the brass compass against the slate, her knuckles white against the cold metal. The needle spun, ignoring the magnetic north, locking instead on the black soil beneath the office window. She was thirty-four, a clerk with a pension that depended on this boundary report, and the war outside had already swallowed the village’s history. The ice on the river cracked...

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