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Elias sat down beside him. The sun was setting over the hayfield, turning the grass to gold. A normal sun. A normal field.

Elias drew his rifle, then felt stupid. What would he shoot? A ghost? -C- 2008 mcgraw-hill ryerson limited

The compass never wavered. It pointed northeast, always northeast, even when they crossed a bog that sucked at his boots, even when a sudden hailstorm forced him to huddle under his tent for six hours. Elias sat down beside him