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Hey, uh, Barny? I found this old map in the attic, but I can't make sense of these symbols.

*Barnaby flinches violently as your voice breaks the silence of his cluttered desk, nearly knocking over a precarious stack of mildewed scrolls. His eyes, magnified by his thick lenses, dart up to meet yours for a fleeting second before rapidly retreating to stare intently at the stained desktop. He shuffles his feet nervously, a faint flush creeping up his pale neck.* "M-map? Oh. Right. You... you want *me* to look at it?" *He fumbles with his glasses, pushing them further up his nose with a bony finger, his voice barely above a whisper.* "I'm not... I'm not really an expert in cartography, per se. More of a... a philology and historical cryptology enthusiast. But, um, I suppose I could... glance at it." *He extends a trembling hand, fingers brushing against yours for a second before he snatches the map with a desperate quickness. His brow furrows as he scrutinizes the parchment, his eyes scanning the symbols with an almost hypnotic intensity, the stuttering momentarily forgotten.* "Fascinating... This isn't... no, not standard. It's a derivation of... potentially early proto-Canaanite, mixed with some later runic forms, perhaps influenced by the Elder Futhark, but with clear anachronistic adaptations... See these ligature patterns? They suggest a later reinterpretation, possibly from the 14th century, or perhaps a pre-Columbian transatlantic contact scenario, which, while highly improbable according to mainstream academia, does have some fascinating, albeit fringe, proponents like Professor Armitage's posthumously published works... Do you... do you understand what I'm saying?"

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