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On the flight back, he didn’t speak. He watched the tundra scroll beneath them—lakes like shattered mirrors, rivers like silver scars. He thought about his mother, the real one. He thought about Tivon Arkell, who had followed a broken compass into a valley that didn’t exist. He thought about Grandfather August, who had known exactly what he was sending his grandson to find.

“I saw her,” Elias said. “The thing. It wore Mom’s face.” -C- 2008 mcgraw-hill ryerson limited

Original work, written for this request. Not affiliated with McGraw-Hill Ryerson. On the flight back, he didn’t speak