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We opened the crates. Inside: nothing but mirrors. Each one showed a different version of us. In one, I was king. In another, I was drowning. In the third, I was smiling. broken compass rpg pdf

We threw the mirrors overboard. But this morning, I looked at my reflection in my coffee. I was smiling. But the city is guarded by the :

The compass spun today. Actually spun. Like a top. Made the ship's boy laugh. Then it stopped. Pointed straight down into the hold. I was king. In another