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The Brass Compass SocietyThe Brass Compass Society [OTMES:TI=93|M=(83,65,45)|N=(46,35,55)|K=(0.3,0.5,0.2)|A=270|TL=0.45|STYLE=Steampunk_Adventure|] Captain Amelia Thorne stood on the deck of the HMS Aethelgard and watched the altimeter needle swing toward the red zone. At 12,000 feet, the air was thin enough to make your ears pop and your vision blur, but that wasn't the problem. The problem was the French airship on...0 Comentários 0 Compartilhamentos 5 Visualizações 0 Anterior
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The Broken CompassAct I: The Spark The thing about rust is that it doesn't happen all at once. It happens slowly, grain by grain, year by year, until one day you pick up something that used to be strong and it crumbles in your hands. Cleveland was rusting. Not just the factories and the bridges and the rail yards, but the people too. They rusted from the inside out, slowly, until you couldn't tell where the...0 Comentários 0 Compartilhamentos 25 Visualizações 0 Anterior
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The Broken CompassFrank Miller had been unemployed for ten years. Ten years since the plant closed. Ten years since he had a paycheck that meant something. Ten years since he had a reason to get up in the morning that wasn't just the habit of getting up. He lived in a one-bedroom apartment on West Grand Boulevard. The walls had cracks in them, and in the winter the cold came through those cracks like a whisper....0 Comentários 0 Compartilhamentos 25 Visualizações 0 Anterior
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The Broken CompassAct I: The Spark The thing about rust is that it doesn't happen all at once. It happens slowly, grain by grain, year by year, until one day you pick up something that used to be strong and it crumbles in your hands. Cleveland was rusting. Not just the factories and the bridges and the rail yards, but the people too. They rusted from the inside out, slowly, until you couldn't tell where the...0 Comentários 0 Compartilhamentos 13 Visualizações 0 Anterior
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THE BROKEN COMPASS OF SAN FRANCISCOACT I: THE WOMAN WITH THE RAZOR BLADE Declan Mercer took the case because it was raining and the office was cold and he had exactly forty-seven dollars in his coat pocket, which meant he could afford whiskey for three more days but not four. Four was too long. Four was the distance between a man and his last mistake. The woman who walked into his office on Market Street was named Vivian Cross,...0 Comentários 0 Compartilhamentos 17 Visualizações 0 Anterior
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THE BROKEN COMPASS OF SAN FRANCISCOACT I: THE WOMAN WITH THE RAZOR BLADE Declan Mercer took the case because it was raining and the office was cold and he had exactly forty-seven dollars in his coat pocket, which meant he could afford whiskey for three more days but not four. Four was too long. Four was the distance between a man and his last mistake. The woman who walked into his office on Market Street was named Vivian Cross,...0 Comentários 0 Compartilhamentos 19 Visualizações 0 Anterior
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THE BROKEN COMPASS OF SAN FRANCISCOACT I: THE WOMAN WITH THE RAZOR BLADE Declan Mercer took the case because it was raining and the office was cold and he had exactly forty-seven dollars in his coat pocket, which meant he could afford whiskey for three more days but not four. Four was too long. Four was the distance between a man and his last mistake. The woman who walked into his office on Market Street was named Vivian Cross,...0 Comentários 0 Compartilhamentos 5 Visualizações 0 Anterior
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THE BROKEN COMPASS OF SAN FRANCISCOACT I: THE WOMAN WITH THE RAZOR BLADE Declan Mercer took the case because it was raining and the office was cold and he had exactly forty-seven dollars in his coat pocket, which meant he could afford whiskey for three more days but not four. Four was too long. Four was the distance between a man and his last mistake. The woman who walked into his office on Market Street was named Vivian Cross,...0 Comentários 0 Compartilhamentos 46 Visualizações 0 Anterior
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THE BROKEN COMPASS OF SAN FRANCISCOACT I: THE WOMAN WITH THE RAZOR BLADE Declan Mercer took the case because it was raining and the office was cold and he had exactly forty-seven dollars in his coat pocket, which meant he could afford whiskey for three more days but not four. Four was too long. Four was the distance between a man and his last mistake. The woman who walked into his office on Market Street was named Vivian Cross,...0 Comentários 0 Compartilhamentos 5 Visualizações 0 Anterior
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THE BROKEN COMPASS OF SAN FRANCISCOACT I: THE WOMAN WITH THE RAZOR BLADE Declan Mercer took the case because it was raining and the office was cold and he had exactly forty-seven dollars in his coat pocket, which meant he could afford whiskey for three more days but not four. Four was too long. Four was the distance between a man and his last mistake. The woman who walked into his office on Market Street was named Vivian Cross,...0 Comentários 0 Compartilhamentos 3 Visualizações 0 Anterior
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The Golden CompassThe Golden Compass Arthur Pendelton stood in the rain outside St. Bartholomew's Hospital for fourteen minutes before he realised he had stopped counting. The rain in London did not fall so much as it lingered — a persistent, grey presence that seeped through wool and bone alike. He pulled his collar higher and walked the remaining three blocks to the lodging house on Dean Street, where the...0 Comentários 0 Compartilhamentos 4 Visualizações 0 Anterior
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The Golden CompassThe compass didn't point north. It never had. Arthur knew this the moment he found it, pressed into the lining of his grandfather's leather greatcoat -- a brass disc no larger than a sovereign, its face scratched and clouded with oxidation, the needle frozen at an angle that made no astronomical sense. He had been clearing out his flat in Kensington for three days already, the kind of work...0 Comentários 0 Compartilhamentos 3 Visualizações 0 Anterior
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