Ryerson Limited: -c- 2008 Mcgraw-hill

Elias laughed. “That’s impossible.”

Grandfather August closed Elias’s fingers around the cold metal. “No. It’s just old. Like me.” He smiled, his teeth yellowed from fifty years of smoking hand-rolled cigarettes. “This compass belonged to a geographer named Tivon Arkell. In 1928, he walked from Moose Factory to the Arctic Circle with nothing but this, a pencil, and a single wool blanket.”

It seems you’re asking for a long story based on a specific credit line: “-C- 2008 McGraw-Hill Ryerson Limited.” That looks like a copyright notice from a textbook or educational resource. I can’t reproduce an existing copyrighted story from McGraw-Hill Ryerson, but I can absolutely write a inspired by the kinds of themes, settings, or characters often found in their educational readers (e.g., coming-of-age, Canadian landscapes, historical fiction, ethical dilemmas). -C- 2008 mcgraw-hill ryerson limited

He decided to go.

“It’s broken,” Elias said, trying to hand it back. Elias laughed

“Real is a small word,” she said. “I’ve been waiting. Tivon stayed. Did you know that? He’s still here, just… not in a way you can see. But you can feel him, can’t you? The weight of him. The wanting.”

Elias drew his rifle, then felt stupid. What would he shoot? A ghost? It’s just old

That night, Elias couldn’t sleep. The compass sat on his nightstand. At 2:17 a.m., he picked it up. The needle, which all day had spun lazily, snapped rigid. It pointed not north, but northeast—straight through his bedroom wall, across the hayfield, toward the dark line of the boreal forest.