‘The streets just suddenly seemed very familiar. As if I’d been here before, and often. For an important reason. But every time I try to remember that part of the memory, it fades out of reach. But in an odd way. The Elderling memories I’ve taken from stone usually stay with me clearly. But this is like fog …’ ‘In a purposeful way.’ Carson finished the thought for him. ‘Yes. As if something were being deliberately concealed.’
