Binah Blue Archive Novels & Stories

He was holding a Scythe made of Old Paper, its blade etched with the blueprints of the very first Silver Moon Square. "Father? What is this place?" I asked, my sunset-gold fire flickering with an uncertain, amber-grey light. "This is the Recycle Bin of the Soul, little spark," Valerius said, his voice sounding like the rustle of dead leaves. "The Seventh Layer is the Archive of the Abandoned. It is where the High Council stores the 'Un-Chosen' versions of our history. To protect the future, we had to delete the parts of us that were too human to survive the Loom".

the abbot coaxes I blink slowly, and upon closer inspection, I notice the rock is a slivery blue not white as I initially thought When my attention returns to the abbot, I realize he’s still talking, “-And a child is born, when the moon is full and blue, the goddess will descend and bless.” When the power of the moon is at its peak. The blue moon, he mentioned that before, when he was going on about their study on how silver ones came to be, at that time, I imagined he was speaking figuratively when he said, the birth of a silver one is as rare as the sight of a blue moon in the sky, but what if it is not? I want to laugh but I bite my tongue, because I get the feeling if I were to start, I

Black said "What do you think of it Miss Blanchard?" I asked leaning on to let her decide, I am more of the 'show me your brains worth' kinda guy. With that she looked back at her copy of the document. "Well the landscape would be perfect for not just agro extension, but for a good warehouse as well. Even a live stock ranch and a grape vine yard. Won't be bad." I listened to her, she is really brilliant I must say, she did point out a number of flaws in the scaping which I saw earlier. Now I am curious to see how good it will turn out fucking her while she studies. With that whispered to her.

The cabin lights flickered. “They’ll find us soon,” Rowen said, moving to a small metal case on the counter. She opened it inside were maps, printed blueprints, a radio transmitter, and two burner phones. “We have one chance to end this.” Clara’s gaze dropped to the map. “Where?” Rowen pointed to a mark near the outskirts of the city a large facility labelled “Project B – Archive Hub.” “This is where it all converges,” Rowen explained. “Contracts, recordings, test models, payout logs it’s the archive. They’ve been digitising everything before destroying the physical records.”