CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE
Remi soon discovered that astrology wasn’t her specialty. They sat at a café in sight of the two towers—Daniel had insisted on that—eating Tagliatelle alla Bolognese and staring at the pictures on her phone.
She had images of all four paintings now, those taken on her own phone of Famine and grainy black and white ones of Death, Pestilence, and War from old publications. While the quality of three out of four of the photos was far from ideal, they showed enough that she could figure out the patterns of stars. After much back on forth on their phones, looking at constellations on an astrology site and then back at the photos, Remi and Daniel could make an educated guess of what constellations the paintings showed.
Not that it told her anything. Famine showed the const
