Re: The map that will never be
"...after eighty-three days in the wilderness of Zambizi, our food supplies cut drastically short, with barely enough clean water to keep us alive, our only companion the constant drumbeats of the Tsutsuwanna tribe, I began to realise that, for some of us, the Map, the great impossible Map, was becoming our God. And then I knew fear, for where would this map possibly lead us, if not to our graves?"
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You've sailed off the edge of the map--here there be badgers!
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