+ KolI pushed my wire glasses up my nose and turned the fragile parchment page.The Ironholt archives smelled like dry ink, old leather, and pine dust. The room was a vast circular vault located in the deep center of the fortress. Tall wooden bookshelves climbed all the way up to the vaulted stone ceiling. Rolling wooden ladders sat pushed against the walls.For two hundred years, this room only held war records. It held lists of casualties, weapon inventories, and tactical maps detailing how to slaughter our enemies.Now, it held actual knowledge. We sent envoys across the borders to buy books on agriculture, medicine, engineering, and history.I sat at my large wooden desk near the front of the room. I liked the archives.
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