For about the millionth time in the span of half an hour, he took a look at his map. He squinted his eyes, just to see if that helped.
It didn't. He was still hopelessly lost, and this weird map was no help at all.
How was he supposed to find his way out of this haunted forest when the only map he had kept picturing different routes every time he took it out?
Right now it had decided to display the road grid of the capital city, while he was pretty damn sure that's not where he currently found himself.
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Tiny Stories Part 2
ContoMy second collection of microfiction, sometimes dealing with the mundane, but mostly dealing with the magical. Unlike the first collection, the stories in this one are based on inktober prompts.
