Years later, a child would discover a scrap of parchment in the ruins of Delphi. It bore the faint outline of a map — a constellation drawn in fading ink. It looked like a mistake.
But somewhere, deep in the stars, it pointed the way forward.
And in a forgotten journal tucked beneath floorboards in Istanbul, a single line remained:
“Truth is a place best found… not mapped.
The End.
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Amanuel Goshu
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