The Distant Legend

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The rain hit the tin roof like a handful of gravel. I watched it streak down the glass. Droplets raced each other. They fell in silence. The room smelled of wet wool. And old rust. I held the compass. It was brass. Cold. Heavy in my hand. The needle spun. It did not point north. It pointed at me. "Look," I said. My voice was thin. A thread of smoke. Elias didn’t look up. He polished a gear. The...

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