“It had all sorts of writings and pictures on it. Really fancy. I haven’t ever seen colors like that. And some of the paints were shiny like silver and gold.” “Pictures of what?” I asked, fighting to keep my voice calm. “People,” she said. “Mostly people. There was a woman holding a broken sword, and a man next to a dead tree, and another man with a dog biting his leg. . . .” She trailed off. “Was there one with white hair and black eyes?”
