The Wistful Letter

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The brass compass sat in Elias Thorne’s palm, heavy as a stone and cold as the grave it had come from. He turned it over, the lid catching the dim light of the attic, and watched the needle tremble. It did not point north. It pointed toward the window, toward the coast, toward the house where his sister Martha had died three years ago. Elias was forty-two, a man who had built buildings for...

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