The Golden Compass

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The ink in my well was freezing, the black fluid thickening into a sludge that resisted the nib of my steel pen, a small, viscous refusal that mirrored the larger obstruction I faced in the office of the Northern Survey. I was Elias Thorne, thirty-four years old, a cartographer of modest reputation and desperate necessity, arriving in the damp chill of November 1893 with a single, overriding...

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