The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

The ink was still wet on the last line of the Psalms when I wrapped my father’s iron compass in the linen cloth. It was a heavy thing, cold to the touch, and the needle inside did not point north. It had never pointed north. Since I was a boy of six, watching it swing and settle with a quiet, mechanical certainty, I had known that it pointed toward the nearest dying person. It was a domestic...

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