The Wishing Map 110

Are we less our own than we imagine?

Mitch Teemley

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Note: To read The Wishing Map from the beginning, click here.

The Wishing Map

Chapter Twenty-Two: Everything (Continued)

Previously: In pursuit of the Questing Beast, Gina and Zack boarded an eastbound coach.

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They’d been in Ismara for four days–less than an hour and a half in Middleton. But if they stayed long enough, Momandad would find their beds empty and frantically call 911. Meanwhile, if the double moon disappeared, they would never be able to return home at all!

The coach was uniquely Frengan, with six irontree-wood wheels and twin copper tea kettle cabins. It stood high off the ground and was enameled with gauzy utopian pastels of majestic dragons and virtuous knights. As if to complete the picture, it was pulled by four muscular bronze stallions that, if they were human, could have posed for romance novel covers.

The countryside changed as…

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Writer, Filmmaker, Humorist, Thinker-about-stuffer
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