The map was a work of art. Drawn on an irregular piece of parchment, it was covered in symbols and lines, as well as a dozen riddles to indicate clues about where to start, where to look, where to dig. All of it fifficult enough to be impossible to work out, while being just comprehensive enough to try.
I kept it in my inner breast pocket at all times, but occasionally someone would threaten me, and steal it.
After which I'd just make up a new one.
Anyone who can't simply remember where they put their treasure doesn't deserve it.
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