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A search of the room revealed quite the collection of volumes, maps, and ephemera from Boston’s millennium and more of history, including a remarkable number of pre-Discovery maps of the Antiquity. Some of those did look like they were originals, but they were in excellent condition all the same. “I assume this was what he was using for his ghost hunts,” Curwin observed, and I shrugged. It seemed reasonable.
But there were no obviously arcane artifacts, except for the ones that any educated citizen of the Republic might reasonably have. We were looking for something more powerful than charms against toothache or lost buttons, however, and it worried me that we found nothing. Why on Earth had Shane gone down there? A ghostlegger would presumably know where he could set up his traps. His murder at least suggested that he had a reason for his actions.
It was Curwin who discovered our first real clue. “Hold up,” he said after a half hour’s useless searching. “Maybe we’re looking at this wrong.”
“We are certainly not looking at this right,” I admitted. “Go ahead. Even if you’re still feeling out what is nagging at you.”