The Golden Compass
Chapter One The air in the workshop tasted of ozone and burnt sugar, a thick, sweet rot that clung to the back of the throat and settled in the lungs like fine, gray dust. Veronica Villaseñor stood before the Guild Master, her hands trembling not from fear, but from the sheer, vibrating weight of the device resting on the workbench between them, a golden compass whose needle did not point north...
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