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The Missing Map: A Journey of Secrets

Jun 1
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I was twelve years old when I found the map.
My father had been missing for three months, and my mother had finally given up hope that he would ever return.
She’d packed up all of his belongings and put them in the attic, but I couldn’t let go.
I needed to know what had happened to him.
So one day, when my mother was at work and my sister was out with her friends, I went up to the attic to look through his things.
I found a box filled with old books and clothes, but nothing that gave me any clue as to where he might be.
Chapter 1
I was going to find my father.
No matter where he was, no matter how long it took, I was going to find him.
He’d disappeared three months ago, vanished into thin air without a trace.
My mother had finally accepted that he was never coming back, and she’d packed up all his belongings and put them in the attic.
But I couldn’t let it go.
I couldn’t believe that he was truly gone.
He must be somewhere.
He had to be.
One of these days, he would come back to us, and everything would be alright again.
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After school, while my mother was at work and my sister was with her friends, I sneaked into the attic.
I’d been up there a million times before, but this time it felt different—I felt like I was on the verge of something big and important.
I didn’t know what it would be, but whatever it was, I knew that it would change my life forever.
I opened the door to the attic and climbed up the ladder.
It was dark and dusty up there, and it smelled like old things and mildew.
I pulled the string on the lightbulb so I could see better, and then I started looking through my father’s things in search for any clue that might lead me to where he’d gone.
I found a box filled with old books and clothes, but nothing seemed like it would be a clue to my father’s whereabouts.
And then I saw it—a piece of paper sticking out from under the box.
Curious, I reached for it and pulled it out.
It was a map, tattered and torn from years of use, but still readable.
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The paper smelled old and musty like it had been in this spot for years, yet something about it seemed new and recent at the same time.
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He’d disappeared three months ago, vanished into thin air without a trace.
My mother had finally accepted that he was never coming back, and she’d packed up all his belongings and put them in the attic.
But I couldn’t let it go.
I couldn’t believe that he was truly gone.
He must be somewhere.
He had to be.
One of these days, he would come back to us, and everything would be alright again.After school, while my mother was at work and my sister was with her friends, I sneaked into the attic.
I’d been up there a million times before, but this time it felt different—I felt like I was on the verge of something big and important.
I didn’t know what it would be, but whatever it was, I knew that it would change my life forever.
I opened the door to the attic and climbed up the ladder.
It was dark and dusty up there, and it smelled like old things and mildew.
I pulled the string on the lightbulb so I could see better, and then I started looking through my father’s things in search for any clue that might lead me to where he’d gone.
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He’d disappeared three months ago, vanished into thin air without a trace.
My mother had finally accepted that he was never coming back, and she’d packed up all his belongings and put them in the attic.
But I couldn’t let it go.
I couldn’t believe that he was truly gone.
He must be somewhere.
He had to be.
One of these days, he would come back to us, and everything would be alright again.After school, while my mother was at work and my sister was with her friends, I sneaked into the attic.
I’d been up there a million times before, but this time it felt different—I felt like I was on the verge of something big and important.
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I didn’t know what it would be, but whatever it was, I knew that it would change my life forever.
I opened the door to the attic and climbed up the ladder.
It was dark and dusty up there, and it smelled like old things and mildew.
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Chapter 2
He’d disappeared three months ago, vanished into thin air without a trace.
My mother had finally accepted that he was never coming back, and she’d packed up all his belongings and put them in the attic.
But I couldn’t let it go.
I couldn’t believe that he was truly gone.
He must be somewhere.
He had to be.
One of these days, he would come back to us, and everything would be alright again.After school, while my mother was at work and my sister was with her friends, I sneaked into the attic.
I’d been up there a million times before, but this time it felt different—I felt like I was on the verge of something big and important.I didn’t know what it would be, but whatever it was, I knew that it would change my life forever.
I opened the door to the attic and climbed up the ladder.
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As I got farther into the attic, I noticed a small box in one of the corners.
It looked like an old box of books, but when I got closer, I saw that there were clothes in it as well, along with some old papers and things like that.I lifted up one of the books in the box and looked underneath it to see what else there was under there… what I saw next shocked me. It was a small piece of paper sticking out from under the box—just barely enough so that you could see some of it.I pulled out the piece of paper as carefully as I could and looked at it carefully.It seemed like a map—or at least part of one.I could make out some of what it said… "The End of The World"… "Skull"… "Bones"… "Village"… "Watch Out For Something"…
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I wasn’t sure what to make of it.
The paper looked old and yellow, but not too old.
It looked like something that had been written recently, but there was no date on it or anything.
And as far as I knew, this was an attic that we went into every so often, so how could something have been up here for so long without us knowing about it?
It didn’t make any sense at all.
But something about that map made me think that we were on to something.
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