But the question was different.
Rogers took the map and put it under the light generated by a lamp. He plunged his eyes in the coordinates he had written next to its edge, without truly seeing them. His thoughts were far away, because of the things the small man had told him.
“An amulet capable of making any wish come true”, he whispered, addressing the empty room. Then he added in his mind: I can’t believe it.
His scepticism was due to the fact that he had never believed such sort of stories. However, even if he was trying hard to find an answer, he was absolutely sure that Crook had started talking without hesitating. Who could dare tell a lie under torture? That had been enough to make him understand that Crook was telling the truth.
There was just one problem left.
Cha’tima is th
