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Eleven The PuzzleWhen I'd placed the strange object we'd found taped to the underside of the desk drawer into my backpack, I'd had no idea what it was. Now my fingertips caressed the smooth cylinder nestled in an inside pouch of the pack. I hoped the thought that occurred to me in our parent's suite was correct. I pulled the object from its hiding place and curled my fingers around the small metal shaft; my thumb covered over the flat infinity-shaped end. Beth sat next to me on the grey couch. The blackened silver-tone box perched on my lap. Hundreds of thoughts and images flipped through my mind as I traced a finger over the butterfly etching. I turned my head and looked out the darkened window of Cecil's office. Outside the moon rose high above the treetops. The light barely penetrate