a section tagged Artifacts and an instant photo of the dagger underneath. Doesn’t respond to fire, cleansing, or charms, she’d noted in the photo’s white space. Beside it, a Post-it read, belonged to Philippa? While Clark scanned the next few items on the wall, Riley grabbed a pad of fresh notes off the nightstand and scribbled manacles before throwing it up beside the dagger. “Oh, good. If you hadn’t written that down, we might have forgotten about them.” Riley drew a cartoon penis and promptly stuck it to his chest. “Very mature,” he said,
