You have forgotten,” the Keeper replied, the weight of millennia in the words. “That is the nature of this place. It is why we buried our knowledge. The memory of what we did is a poison. To dig it up is to drink that poison again.”
Amelia looked up from the tablet. Sarah was holding the star map toward the shaft of light, the symbols glowing amber against the clay. Her expression was unreadable, but her hands were trembling slightly. “Both?” Nathan asked. “Myths often encode real events,” Sarah said.
