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Nicholas Boothman
by, laughing and snapping photos, blind to the
fight that had just taken place beneath their feet.
“That’s two for two,” Carolina said, brushing
dust from her sleeve. “Next fragment, we bring
helmets.”
Back in the vault, Henry shoved the stolen
pendant into his pocket. Carolina flipped through
the Jesuit’s journal one last time. Her light caught
on a line she had missed before, scribbled in the
margin beside the Disassociation Sequence.
Seek where the exiled carved their water. In the
echo, truth bends.
She read it aloud.
Henry’s head lifted. “Water.”
“Cisterns,” she said. “The Moors cut them under
the city.”
He nodded. “In a cistern every sound comes
back. Unless one does not.”
They exchanged a look. Another fragment was
waiting. And this one would not be carried away.
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