The Mapmaker's Secret

Years later, a child would discover a scrap of parchment in the ruins of Delphi. It bore the faint outline of a map — a constellation drawn in fading ink. It looked like a mistake.

But somewhere, deep in the stars, it pointed the way forward.

And in a forgotten journal tucked beneath floorboards in Istanbul, a single line remained:

“Truth is a place best found… not mapped.

The End.