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financing. His name was Wallace Neely and he was searching for the Lost Memory Tools.
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    And now, here in this ancient tomb, sitting beside the professor, another memory surfaced, but not one that belonged to him; Josh was remembering for someone in the past. He was remembering for Percy.
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    Percy was just eight years old the first time he’d heard about the tools. His father had shown him the ancient manuscript he was translating. It had been written by a scribe who said the tools were not just a legend. They existed. The scribe had seen them and given a full description of each of the amulets, ornaments and stones .
    â€œThe tools are important,” Trevor said to his son, “because history is important. He who knows the past controls the future. If the tools exist and if they can help people rediscover their past lives, you, me—and everymember of the Phoenix Club—need to ensure this power is used for the good of all men, not selfishly exploited.”
    Percy didn’t understand just how important it was for years. And years .
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    Was it possible that Josh had traveled halfway around the world to come back to where he’d started? Like so many things, this couldn’t be a coincidence. He needed time to work out the connections, but that time wasn’t now; the professor was still talking.
    â€œIn the 1880s Neely purchased several sites in and around this area, a practice that was very common then,” the professor explained. “People bought the land they wanted to excavate so they could own the spoils outright. The club went into partnership with Neely and helped pay for the excavations, which could explain why the same inscription appears in both his journal and Talmage’s notes.”
    Josh peered down at the intricately carved wooden box clasped in the mummy’s hand. In its center was a bird rising out of a fire, a sword in its talons. It was almost identical to the coat of arms carved into the Phoenix Foundation’s front door. In the border, around the perimeter, he saw the markings that Rudolfo had pointed out.
    â€œDo you know what language this is?”
    â€œGabriella has plans to be in touch with experts in the field. She believes they could be an ancient form of Sanskrit.”
    â€œI thought she was an expert?”
    â€œShe is. In ancient Greek and Latin. This is neither.”
    Josh was confused about something. “You said this tomb was intact when you found it?”
    â€œYes.”
    â€œSo how could Neely have been here?”
    â€œWe don’t believe he—or anyone else—ever worked on this site. The pages we have from his journal indicate he excavated two sites nearby but found nothing. He’d gone to work on a third site, but we don’t know what happened there. His journal abruptly ended while he was in the middle of that dig.”
    â€œAbruptly?”
    â€œHe was killed. There’s very little known about the circumstances.”
    â€œBut you have the journal?”
    â€œWe have some pages.”
    â€œWhere did you get them?”
    â€œAsk Gabby. She brought them to me along with the grant to take up where Neely stopped.”
    â€œAnd now you think you’ve found what he and the men who belonged to the Phoenix Club were looking for.”
    The professor nodded. “We think so. At least some of it, but there are so many unknowns still.” He pointed to a slightly discolored area on the wall near where the mummy crouched. “That was hidden by a tapestry and we don’t know why. Or why we found a knife beside Bella, because typically Roman women were never buried with weapons. And why is the knife broken? What was she doing?”
    Taking a long breath, Rudolfo looked down at the creature. “Oh, Bella. What secrets do you have?” The professor got down on his knees and leaned toward her.
    â€œTalk to me, my Belladonna,” he whispered in an intimate voice.
    Josh