The Wishing Map 76

Have you ever found yourself in the position of peacemaker simply because no one else would accept the role?

Mitch Teemley

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The Wishing Map

Chapter Seventeen: Naimian (Continued)

Previously: After being shanghaied as the naims’ (gnomes) new Storysmith, Zack was taken to “the great city of Naimian,” which seemed to be nothing more than a clearing in the woods. Until…

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From the place where the roots divided, the tree began to open. Zack stepped back. It appeared to be magic, yet the naims considered it as natural as unlocking a front door. The opening stopped at about four feet high and three feet wide; it looked like the kind of split made by lightning (although, as Zack had previously learned, there was no lightning in Ismara).

Bulgy led the procession in. Zack wasn’t sure what to expect, perhaps a single room with a few rough-hewn chairs. Instead he found an impossibly large chamber. (Like the Tardis!

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