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The 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...

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