The Compass That Pointed Home
The package arrived on a Thursday, wrapped in brown paper and tied with twine. Caleb Beauregard signed for it at the campaign office in Jackson, not knowing that the package had been travelling for three days through the back roads of Mississippi, carried by a man who could not see the road at all. Inside the package was a brass compass. It was old—nineteen twenties, perhaps—and the glass face...
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