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“You threw it away,” August said. No anger. Just tired relief.

“I hoped not.” August reached out and took Elias’s hand. His fingers were cold as stone. “But some doors don’t want to be closed. They want to be fed.” -C- 2008 mcgraw-hill ryerson limited

I am afraid.

Elias looked at the compass. The needle no longer pointed northeast. It spun wildly, then stopped—pointing directly at the woman. “You threw it away,” August said