The compass is back to pointing at my heart.
But the city is guarded by the : ghosts of dead explorers, each one convinced they are the real north. broken compass rpg pdf
What matters is this:
The compass spun today. Actually spun. Like a top. Made the ship's boy laugh. Then it stopped. Pointed straight down into the hold. The compass is back to pointing at my heart
We threw the mirrors overboard. But this morning, I looked at my reflection in my coffee. I was smiling. broken compass rpg pdf