The dusty ground scattered underneath his footfalls as he trudged forward. A wrinkled map chafed against his palms as he scrutinized the faded writing. They would not be able to hide their secrets forever, he reasoned. The fifty first area now lies barren, but he suspects that was just the tip of the iceberg. One down, fifty to go, as it were. His chapped lips heaved out aching breaths as a building came into view in the distance. It seemed as if his travels were not in vain.