“What the hell does this one mean?” Fisher met my gaze. “That one’s difficult. I can’t give you a definitive answer. Not yet.” “There’s magic in it, isn’t there?” “There’s magic in all of them,” he said nonchalantly, taking a manful bite out of his own breakfast. “If you don’t want to keep them…” “How am I supposed to know if I want to keep them if I don’t know what they mean?”
