Veil of Secrets
I stayed, silent as the dust on the upper shelves, and waited.
If they’d come once, they’d come again.
The archive knew something had been taken from it, rewritten, replaced. It wanted the intruder found just as much as I did.
And so I hid.
Not in plain sight. Not with a glamour. But the way a Nyx archivist does when she doesn’t want to be found, folding herself into the seams of the stacks, cloaking her presence between the stones and silence, becoming part of the archive rather than a visitor in it.
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