Flashback ( PDFDrive )

“But she didn’t tell me anything!” Keefe argued. “So unless you
want to search the entire city of London for a house with a green
door . . .”
“We saw the seal on the envelope,” Sophie reminded him. “Maybe
it’s important—like how the Lodestar symbol was a map.”
“Anyone else really hoping that’s not true?” Keefe asked. “I mean, I
know I wasn’t around when you guys figured out what all the dashes
and circles meant, but that process had to be worse than back-to-back
history lectures.”
“It kind of was,” Sophie admitted. “But this symbol’s much simpler,
so it should be easier to figure out.”
Then again, maybe it was too simple. A single star surrounded by
two crescent moons wasn’t much to go on.
“I bet the important stuff’s in the part of the memory we’re still
missing,” Fitz said quietly. “Keefe probably talked to every single
person he saw, or found a way to read the letter—or both.”
“Sounds like me,” Keefe agreed. “So how do we find the missing
piece?”
“We may not be able to,” Tiergan warned. “Think of it like
smashing a piece of glass. Gethen would’ve aimed his blow at the most
critical spot, and that section would shatter far more than the outlying
area. So there’s a very good chance that this is all that remains—at
least beyond fragments too small and scattered to piece together.”
“Okay, but we have Foster, remember?” Keefe said. “Can’t she just
heal the memory, the same way she healed Alden and Prentice?”
“Sophie healed their sanity,” Tiergan corrected, “and our sanity is a
much more tangible thing. Memories are nothing more than wisps of
thought. That’s why Prentice is currently living a normal, happy life,