Portable - Kakababu O Santu

When Santu pried the tin open, five small, brittle envelopes slid free. Each held a slim piece of faded cloth and a thin copper coin stamped with an unfamiliar emblem. Tucked beneath them was a letter, written in a fine hand and signed “Samar.” The letter read, in part: Keep these things with the compass. For safe passage. For remembrance. For those who might return.