Brotherly Love File

The rain drummed a steady, rhythmic beat against the window of the small attic bedroom, a stark contrast to the quiet tension inside. Elias sat at the edge of his bed, turning a worn wooden compass over and over in his hands. It had been their father’s, a relic from a life lived before the world became so heavy.

"You forgot something," Leo panted, holding the compass out. Brotherly Love

"No, Leo, that's for you. To find your way," Elias said softly. The rain drummed a steady, rhythmic beat against