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of each shed, in each row, were labeled on the doors with white paint. I remember my father bringing me here, but he would never let me in. He always told me, “When the time was right, you will see what it beholds.”
                  Those words always made me ponder why. But I never questioned him. I trusted he knew what was best. But if he was so into Carolyn, it made me wonder why he neglected to inform her of such thing. It is just a storage shed, isn’t it ?
                  I opened it up and seen inside piles of papers and stacks of boxes. I looked at Olivia and she said, “Well, we got our work cut out for ourselves.”
                  We began our search, without any luck. A couple hours have passed, and all the boxes were unpacked, and unorganized. I looked around to see if we missed anything. I noticed a poster on the back wall. I walked over there and turned my head to Olivia who was sitting cross-legged on the floor, “I don’t remember him having this poster before.”
                  “Take it down, and see if it is the map.”
                  I did so, carefully, and didn’t see how it could ever resemble a map. I flipped it to see the back of it and noticed a folded up piece of parchment paper. I took it off and unfolded to see a page that seemed to be ripped from a book. I asked Olivia, “Can you hand me my grandpa’s book please?”
                  She quickly handed me the book. I looked through it quickly, and I found a slot where a page used to be and placed the ripped out page in the spot where the book had a page missing.  It fit perfectly. I flipped the page, as if it was still intact with the book, and I noticed the map was on the side I had not seen yet.
                  “We need to find Mason,” I demanded.
                  She looked at me, with her phone in her hand, “Already ahead of you.”
                  She continued to talk on the phone, “Mason, it is me and Olivia, we need to talk….” She paused. “I got your phone number from friendsconnect.com; it was on your profile…” She paused again. “Great, meet you there.”
                  The phone clicked to signal a disconnection, and I asked, “What did he say?”
                  “He said, ‘ I need to talk to you guys’ .”
                  “Odd. Where?” I asked.
                  “The park,” she answered.
                  “That is just down the road,” I pointed.
                  We left the storage shed, and then looked down the road and seen him already there at the park bench. We approached him in haste, and he said instantly, “I know you know something about Cumberland. I need you to let me go with you.”
                  I asked, “How did you know about that?”
                  He answered, “My father is there. The man that raised me is not my true father.”
                  “How do you know?” Olivia intervened.
                  “I am too different. The man claiming to be my father is nothing like me…” he looked around, and continued, “He ages.”
                  “And you don’t?” Olivia asked.
                  “No.”
                  “Then, who is he?” I asked.
                  “He is a copy of a human,” he answered quietly.
                  “A clone?” I was baffled.
                  “Sent from the CIA, to cover up something.”
                  “How do you know?”
                  “I took DNA samples of him while he slept, and had a buddy of mine’s dad, who works for a forensics lab uptown. He said he has never seen this type of DNA strain before, in person, only in science journals of studies that would perfect human