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some more sailor’s yarn.
    »It is impossible,« she said. »Because there are no landing facilities for boats. They say that the Knights Templar built the fortress on top of the rock to have a safe place for their legendary treasure. But these are of course just myths.«
    »Of course, Madame. I appreciate your help, thank you very much. But perhaps you could do me another little favor…«
    A few minutes later, he returned to Maria with three old books about the history of the Order of the Temple in the South of France, and he shared with her what he had learned about the copper island. Together they searched through the books in search of further clues.
    »She is right,« Maria whispered, »they really say that the fortress was built by the Templars in the 14 th century and expanded over the following centuries. Here, I found a few old prints of the fortress.«
    The prints even included an old floor plan. The historical illustrations showed a squat and defiant fortress on top of a rock in the middle of the ocean. An enclosed, oval-shaped structure. Exterior windowless walls that rose from the ocean like battlements.
    As he was staring at the old prints, he began to feel nauseous.
    »Looks more like some kind of bunker,« Maria said.
    Peter barely heard her.
    This cannot be!
    Without any warning, ancient and terrible images shot from the depths of his memory like a gigantic magma plume rising from the center of the earth. They broke through the thin crust of his being and exploded, shaking his self-confidence to the core. Images of a fire advancing towards him. Narrow hallways built from stone. Blood. Gunshots. The face of a woman who collapsed in front of him.
    Peter felt the migraine come on and fought against the nausea.
    »Peter? What’s wrong?« Maria was shocked when she saw that he was suddenly as white as a sheet.
    »I’ve seen this fortress before«, he moaned.
    »What? When?«
    »I… don’t know. But I think…«
    »What?«
    »That I’ve been there before.« He doubled over and saw the red cloud rising in front of his eyes.
    It simply cannot be!
    Maria jumped to her feet and ran over to the two librarians, who had noticed Peter’s state and were staring at him with a mixture of worry and suspicion. She asked them for some water.
    »Drink this!«
    She held the glass to his lips. Struggling against the overwhelming nausea, Peter drank the water in small sips and slowly but surely the red cloud in front of his eyes began to dissipate. The monster let go of him. For now.
    »Better?«
    Peter nodded. »Thanks, I’m okay.«
    »Does this happen to you often?«
    »I said, I’m okay.«
    »If you have been there before, why didn’t you remember it sooner?«
    »I don’t know,« Peter hissed angrily, »it was just a déjà vu thing.«
    Maria did not say a word but kept her eyes glued on him.
    »Maybe we should leave. You need rest.«
    Peter pulled himself together and took another look at the historical drawings of the copper island.
    »What was it the Templars wanted to hide there?«
    Maria understood that he was unwilling to talk about his migraine attack.
    »Or better,« she said with a sigh, »what did they do there?« She pointed at the book that she was studying. »In here, they claim that the Templars used the copper island to do research on a secret project. It is further alleged that in later years the island housed an alchemy center.«
    »And what will you be telling me next? That the Templars also found the Philosopher’s Stone on this island?«
    »Don’t be so catty, Peter Adam.«
    Peter continued to stare at the illustrations of the fortress in the old books. His almost eidetic memory allowed him to memorize every detail: accesses, passages, doors, staircases, hallways and locations of the individual rooms.
    You have been there before! Something horrible happened there. You just repressed the memory in the depths of your brain. It is time for you to remember.
    Finally, he turned away from the book and