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Taryn rearranged the slips of paper with the numbers on them once again and tried to see a pattern in the seemingly random study guide numbers. What was so special about these particular numbers? Was there a pattern? Or were they simply random study guides left over after all the others were what…stolen? misplaced? decayed? Could Professor Quin have made sense of the numbers? What book did he pull from the shelves when they were talking? Where did he disappear to and why were they ambushed when they went back to talk to him? Where was Christoph? Had his sister Ruby really gone into hiding? Was she safe? And just what the hell had Ziggy done with the weird egg?
So many questions! TOO many!
Taryn pushed the numbers around one more time. They looked an awful lot like coordinates but there were too many of them. Perhaps some were coordinates and others were decoys? She went to the bookshelf and pulled down the large book of maps that Donal kept. Opening the book, she began looking for anything that looked like it might be a clue.
“Even if it’s a needle in a haystack, if Barbossa is somehow connected to this, we have to figure it out sooner rather than later,” Taryn thought with frustration.
Running her finger down the page she had turned to, Taryn spied a marking. Surely not? There? She compared the numbers to the page and rearranged them just a bit. It could fit. Possibly. It was at least worth checking into. At this point, any lead had to be followed.
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Meet Taryn Sullivan at the West Britain Counselor’s Hall, Saturday, February 9th at 7:00 p.m. PST.
So many questions! TOO many!
Taryn pushed the numbers around one more time. They looked an awful lot like coordinates but there were too many of them. Perhaps some were coordinates and others were decoys? She went to the bookshelf and pulled down the large book of maps that Donal kept. Opening the book, she began looking for anything that looked like it might be a clue.
“Even if it’s a needle in a haystack, if Barbossa is somehow connected to this, we have to figure it out sooner rather than later,” Taryn thought with frustration.
Running her finger down the page she had turned to, Taryn spied a marking. Surely not? There? She compared the numbers to the page and rearranged them just a bit. It could fit. Possibly. It was at least worth checking into. At this point, any lead had to be followed.
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Meet Taryn Sullivan at the West Britain Counselor’s Hall, Saturday, February 9th at 7:00 p.m. PST.
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