The Golden Compass

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Hovhannes Adamyan held the brass instrument in his left hand, the metal warm against the damp chill of the room. The needle spun, stuttering, then locked onto the Chief Inspector’s desk with a violence that made Hovhannes’s teeth ache. He was a crossing guard by trade, a man who spent his days holding the stop-arm steady against the roar of traffic, but here, in the shadow of the surveying...

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