I’d woken at this time too often to be surprised. Tonight, the house’s restless memories seemed to echo my own sadness back at me, the wind moaning at the windows like a sobbing child.
I hear you I whispered to the night.
I sat up with a sudden thought.
What did he mean about maps?
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kirstwrites 
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Well!………What did he mean about maps???????????
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