Directions
I went to the rack in the corner of the gas station’s little shop. There were dozens of brighly-colored road maps, highway maps of the state and the region and of various cities and counties. They were dusty; I guess nobody much bought them in this day of internet maps and iPhones.
Nestled down in the bottom corner of the rack, though was something much older. I carefully unfolded the browned, curled parchment. Now, at last, I’d the means to locate the ruby of Azkinoth.
“How much for this?”
“One fifty-nine.”
I pull out a buck and change.
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