Window sills

Trace followed Anaisa up the stairs to the next faux window, where an unlit candle sat. He drew up the picture in his mind from Yemi's dream, laying it against what he saw now.

Of course, dreams were almost never exact, and it was still possible that this entire search would be fruitless, but he had to try. If Anaisa's guess was right that Yemi had a partner, they must have a way of getting messages to each other without being seen. This was as good a guess as any as to how they accomplished the feat.

Anaisa began tugging at the stones as he did the same, beginning at either end and working toward the center. She seemed uncertain how hard to pull, watching him and trying to gauge how much effort to put into it.

On the next one, she leaned back and yanked.