Autumn arrived quietly, carrying the familiar promise of another passing year. Nothing suggested that the foundations were about to move.

Then, one November morning, a great shadow disappeared from the walls.

The house remained standing. Its doors still opened, its windows welcomed the daylight and familiar voices continued to echo through its rooms. Yet something ancient had come undone. Invisible threads began to loosen. What had once seemed permanent slowly scattered, carried away by winds that had been waiting for years. He looked towards a horizon that no longer resembled the one he had known.

Somewhere, an old compass had stopped pointing north.

Record Sealed.