The Golden Compass

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The brass is cold, heavier than it looks, and it pulls at my left hand like a stone tied to a boat. "You need to stop," Clara says. Her voice is thin, stretched over the hum of the refrigerator. "You need to stop before you ruin what’s left." I do not look up from the artifact. It sits on the desk, a disc of tarnished gold etched with spirals that seem to shift when the light hits them wrong. I...

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