Chapter 54
In London, the sun at noon could only illuminate through thick clouds of mist and there was no light that made pleasant contrast with our skin. The safe house was quieter now, an occasional creak of floorboards as Emily paced the room in barely contained frustration. It was in the same three documents she had been through before, and there was nothing new in them. The language of these mysterious symbols and fragment notes seem to mock, as if the solutions are just beyond one's grasp.
Thomas was at the table's fourth corner, meticulously sharpening his knife. It made it queerly comforting that the only sound to break the silence was metal against stone. As usual, Amrith was by the window…looking out at that street with a sharp eye. Neither speaks of the rift between them. The
