1.2 Souru Sosaeti Street Map:
The artist explored the harbor, weaving through the maze of derelict trailers and rusting metal. His eyes scanned every corner, every shadow, in search of the lost map. After what felt like hours, he finally spotted it, pinned against a fence by a stray piece of metal.
The map was already faded, the edges tattered and worn. Yet, to his relief, the pointing markers were still visible. One marker, in particular, stood out with surprising clarity. It seemed to be pointing directly at him, as if guiding him to a specific destination.
He traced the line from the marker to its end point. It led to an old bookshop, its name barely legible on the map but unmistakable. The artist's pulse quickened with anticipation. Clutching the map tightly, he set off towards the bookshop, eager to uncover the secrets it held.
(Go explore the city and find the old bookshop. It might seem unusual in this town, standing out as something different.)
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