The Map That Traced Itself Part 2

Some maps don’t like being drawn–they prefer to hold the pen.

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Elias tried to get on his feet, but Historian’s curiosity got the better of the young man.

Something felt off. And it wasn’t just the map.

His eyes scanned the Archives. Familiar. Yet not.

They were no longer arranged according to Dewey Decimal System– but alphabetically, in sets spelling his name.

Street names were strangely misspelt. Buildings on the map seemed to have walked–

They had switched positions.

Panic rushed through his veins. He looked out the window.

Buildings hadn’t changed places on just the map– it had happened on the very Street he lived.

The world.

Possibly his life.

Rewritten.

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