By Clara Ashworth-Merritt · Published August 14, 2026
The compass had belonged to her grandmother, or so her mother said—or perhaps to her mother's grandmother. The brass casing was worn smooth on one side, as if someone had carried it in their palm through a lifetime of bad weather, thumb turning the glass-covered dial back toward north the way other people prayed. Clara found it in a...
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