But then, the map spoke. A dry, papery voice echoed from his speakers. "History isn't just lines, Maxim. It’s friction."
Max looked closer. It was him. Ink-black and miniature, trapped forever in the coordinates of the 13th century. gdz po konturnym kartam 7 klass po istorii
"To know the map," the voice whispered, "is to stay on the map." But then, the map spoke
