Day 13 - What You See in the Mirror
Hello Grandmother,
If there is anything I know for certain in the universe, it’s that the universe is a mystery. I think that’s the only thing keeping me sane while I live in the shadows.
We were permitted today to examine the gutted contents of Jackob Lawrence’s library. As someone whose done more than a little time investigating the mysteries around this man’s life, it was both tantalizing and frustrating. I remember all those lessons you taught me about how the Illuminati operated back in the day, the failures they made and the mistakes that resulted in so much suffering. I know you are not the same person now, but the you that I grew up with would have done anything to be in that room. I felt like I could feel you there with me.
And at the same time I was on the spot. I knew my neck was quite literally on the line for me to find some evidence of something. And as much as I hated helping them, I knew I was the best person to find something there.
The Illuminati spent a great deal of time and money hiding things. So when you look at an Illuminati vault, you’re not so much looking for what’s there, you’re looking for what’s missing. What was so powerful that they had to hide it somewhere else. Jakob’s library, gutted though it was, was organized around different principles of his life. There was an area for spy information, a technical lab for experiments, even a divining room for contacting spirits. But in all of this, there was no space for personal documents, no space for an individual persons life. Where were Jakob’s documents on himself? Where did he keep the files on his friends, his personal accomplishments? What did he not want the world to know about him?
Jakob was an art collector, this much I knew. He liked to have paintings that were unique, individual specimens that were the only copies in the entire world. But there was no space for them here. It was upon revelation of this fact that the dismayed vampire curator took us to the lower levels. To the shadow gallery, where Jakob had collected his masterpieces. Except they were all gone. And not auctioned off, as the curator would tell us. Someone had stolen all of the pieces. The only thing remaining was a mirror, a magic mirror in which no mystic trickery could help a vampire find a reflection. A mirror that told every vampire in there that someone else was out there with the magical power to take what they want. And I have no idea who it is.
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