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“Eli,” she said, using his mother’s nickname for him. “You came.”

Elias looked at the compass. The needle no longer pointed northeast. It spun wildly, then stopped—pointing directly at the woman. -C- 2008 mcgraw-hill ryerson limited

He did not shoot the thing. He did not run. He walked forward, past the woman who was not his mother, past the threshold of the cabin, and out into the valley. He walked to the black river. He took the brass compass, wound his arm back, and threw it as far as he could into the dark water. “Eli,” she said, using his mother’s nickname for him

“Wedged inside a cairn of stones. Two hundred kilometers north of Baker Lake.” August tapped the compass. “The needle doesn’t point to magnetic north, boy. It points to wherever Tivon’s last camp was. I’ve tested it.” It spun wildly, then stopped—pointing directly at the

Elias remembered his grandfather’s pale eyes. The way August had said, The needle points to Tivon’s last camp. Not “Tivon’s body.” Not “Tivon’s remains.” Camp. As if Tivon was still there.