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He peeled back the canvas layer of the inner cover and sighed in relief, pulling out a piece of folded paper.
He didn't unfold it, just stepped back and handed it to me, hungrily reaching for his untouched sandwich. I brushed my hands off on my jeans, hastily cleaning off any remnants of my lunch as I reached for the paper. I carefully unfolded it, the folded seams cracking as I went. It opened into a large, yellowed piece of waxy paper, hand drawn ink detailing the layout of our land. My eyes surveyed the inky trees and scratchy mountain, tracing the lines and word markers with my eyes. Coordinates were written in the same deep red ink that the fire symbol had been, and I recognized instant
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