The Golden Compass

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The brass compass lay open in Elias Thorne’s palm, its needle twitching erratically against the glass face, a frantic, invisible bird trapped in a cage of metal. He held it up to the grey light of the packing station, the cold air of the Andean foothills biting at his knuckles, and watched the needle spin with a violence that defied the stillness of the room. Clara stood by the door, her coat...

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