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"This," She pointed to the map. I saw her arms, badly scrapped and bloody, but she never once complained about them. "Is where we need to go next."

writing prompt: "Where are you from? Shaking, I pointed to the globe." His eyes widened. "But isn't that a fairy tale?" He paused and looked at me like I was something he'd never seen before and breathed, "How did you get here?