The night was chilly, the wind threatening to uproot roots off the ground but Ivy and Tessa stood outside the archive room.“Don't let anyone get a glimpse at you. Don't make me lose my job,” Ivy heard a shaky voice from inside the room, one that could only belong to a withered old man. Tessa's voice came next. “We would be careful, nothing is going to happen,” She said and held him outside. “Hello Bram,” Ivy waved as Old Bram, the record keeper walked out with thousands of keys dangling from his fingers. “Luna, you're here too,” he sighed and turned back to Tessa. “Here.” He fished out a key from the millions of key in his hands and placed it on her open palms. “Don't misplace it,” He added in a stern voice. “I won't, I won't.” Tessa pinched her forehead and led him out of the room. When she returned, Ivy raised an eyebrow at her. “He finds it difficult to refuse me. I worked with him when I was assigned here, but he doesn't let me go into the storage room,” Tessa explained. Iv
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