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discover this well
of moving words and passionate speeches, just hidden under my
damaged, worthless shell. I’ll become someone I actually like,
someone I don’t get sick of hearing whine, someone I could even be
proud of.
    But every day I wake
up the same, and every day I lose a little more hope of becoming
that person. I guess I’m just stuck this way. Honour Frie:
perpetual waste of space.
    I’m glad my mum isn’t
around to see this, to know me. I don’t need another person to
disappoint, even if I have moments where I’m desperate to know
about her, to find out where I came from, what the other half of my
legacy is. Tia and I are carrying on the Unnamed’s holier than thou
rebellion, but we’re also carrying our mother’s story. If only we
knew it.
    I come back to myself
slowly, remembering I’m not alone in this cold cabin, remembering
Bran and the two girls. Guardians, I see. Guardians in pristine
white. They must have found new clothes somewhere; all our old ones
are bordering on unwearable.
    Branwell is frowning,
a deep crease between his eyebrows. I must have zoned out for more
than a second, long enough for it to be obvious.
    “Sorry,” I say,
pinching the inside of my elbow. “What were you saying?”
    The taller Guardian
smiles at me, and I see a bit of Horatia’s patience and kindness in
her. “I was just introducing us,” she says. “I’m Priya, and this is
Marie Fitzgerald.” She motions to the white-haired girl with the
weird turquoise eyes. Marie is short and squat, watching me with a
narrowed squint that reminds me of Miya on a good day. “She and I
are archivists,” Priya continues. “We organise and protect The
Guardians’ books and records.”
    Marie crosses the room
in three long strides that defy her shortness to stand cross armed
at Priya’s side. “Long story short, we found something while we
were organising.”
    “What’s that got to do
with me?”
    Priya crosses her
ankles, uncrosses them. “There were files we weren’t allowed to
access in the base, but after all that happened, everything
important got put together and brought here for us to organise. I …
I didn’t mean to find it, or to read it, but we were sorting
through all the things that were saved and—”
    “Just tell me,” I
snap. I take a deep, deep breath and try to purge the unkindness
from my voice. Branwell’s vacant expression has me on edge.
    “The years the
Guardians lost track of you and your sister,” she begins, but
falters, turning to Marie.
    “You
went missing for a long time,” Marie states without emotion. “A few
people have managed to hide from our radar before but they were
older and way more experienced than you. You were kids . There was only
ever one explanation that made sense but nobody had proof of
it.”
    “Or so we thought,”
Priya adds.
    “There were Guardians
in every corner of every zone in Forgotten London—except for
Underground London Zone. We’ve always had allies there, people we
recruited from the inside, but we were never able to send proper
Guardians inside.”
    I was ready to be
shocked and horrified and sick to my stomach, but this isn’t even a
tiny bit believable. “You’re saying Tia and I disappeared to
Underground London Zone for years? Don’t you think I’d remember
that? The only time I’ve ever been there was to destroy the
Strains!” That feels like months ago, not just days. How was that
only the beginning of this week? Quieter, I say, “I would
remember.”
    Bran shakes his head,
a fleck of anger showing “You wouldn’t if they had tampered with
your memories.”
    I look instantly to
Marie, the girl with answers in her narrowed eyes. “Explain.”
    “Priya give him the
file.”
    Tucked between the
pages of the large tome are a few sheets of once-white paper. Priya
passes them to me and I spend several heart-racing minutes reading
them, waiting for the horror to kick in. It doesn’t. I’m missing
something. “I don’t get