the smuggler’s bible


Saburo gets lost and stumbles into one of those stores that only sells cursed knick-knacks. Of course, you never know the stuff is cursed until later—that’s how the whole thing works.

“Hey, wait, is this—“ he says, turning to find the shop vanished.

He looks down at the compass he bought. Here in the light… Yes, he can see it now, a definite cursed sheen.

“Too bad,” he sighs.

Saburo drops it over a bridge on his way home. It leaves behind an oily spot on the water and a thin stream of bubbles. Then, nothing at all.