A map
Jack unfolded it, squinting at the faded ink. “It’s a map of the area,” he said, tracing a path with his finger. “But these markings… they don’t look like normal roads.” Emma’s curiosity was piqued. “What do you think they are?” she asked, leaning over his shoulder. Jack couldn’t say, but a route, clearly placed down by a ballpoint pen, was still visible on the sheet of paper.
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