The Whispering CompassAfter moving to the bustling, bewildering city of Aethelburg, Leo felt more lost than ever. The towering grey buildings were a maze, and the river of strangers in the streets made him feel invisible. His grandfather, seeing his loneliness, gave him an old, brass compass before he’d left. “This won’t show you North,” he’d said with a wink. “But it will show you the way.”Frustrated and homesick, Leo finally took it out in the park. The needle didn’t point to a direction; it spun wildly before settling, pointing not at a path, but directly at an old man