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And he thought of the thing that wore his mother’s face, screaming as the valley collapsed. He wondered if it had been trapped there for centuries, wearing the faces of a thousand lost people. He wondered if throwing the compass away had freed it—or simply sent it somewhere else.

He decided to go.

“That’s not a compass,” Delilah said, frowning. “That’s a burden.” -C- 2008 mcgraw-hill ryerson limited

August closed his eyes. “I know.”

Elias held up the compass. The needle pointed northeast across the tundra. And he thought of the thing that wore

Elias drew his rifle, then felt stupid. What would he shoot? A ghost? ” Delilah said