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For centuries, The Institute of Artemesia had been one of the world’s most respected academic and magical research institutions. But they had always struggled with one thing—funding and access to knowledge. Aeternum had solved both problems. Inside the Grand Royal Library of Aeternum, Head Scholar Callisto Verdan stood in awe. She ran her hands over the massive tomes of knowledge, collected from all over the world and carefully preserved in Aeternum’s archives. Rare magical research, ancient history, modern technological advancements—it was all here.

I ask before she gets mad at Milo. “We used to have a library with all the information about each of the Manae, but once the technology was available, we switched it to be all digital. If those are the five blades from the vault, you have every bit of historical information there is to have about the five leaders of the Manae. Between the five of us alone, there is close to forty thousand years' worth of data. Images of ancient scrolls, translations of tomes, born and death dates, identities throughout the years, information about our abilities. Everything,” she stops short and looks at Milo, “Wait. That vault requires biometrics from multiple people to get in. How did you do it?”

None of the selection committee who'd hired her had bothered to inform her that the collection might be a little messed up. Messed up was an understatement. Not only had the old guy created his own unique filing system that she was just beginning to decipher but there were more books and scrolls in the boxes than could be accounted for on the list. So lucky, her, she had to figure out the provenance and value of all the leftovers before she could have the fun of really digging into and studying the manuscripts. She dragged the copies in here so she could work in her own office instead of poring over the originals in one of the conservation labs. She had a raging stress headache and the cramp

Toward the library’s restricted section—better known as the archives. I’d never been there alone. Most students didn’t even know it existed. But Marcel had once told me about it during training and I also recalled the manner he had looked at me when I made the cafeteria issue. his little nod that said he knew more than he showed. I put my fingers to the old wooden door. A soft creak had opened it. Internally, it reeked of dust, candle wax and ashes of long-dried ink. Old manuscripts sat on high cabinets. Books too heavy to carry sat on steel-framed pedestals. Crystal lamps flickered overhead.

“Do you actually want to show me around, or just fuck me on a sarcophagus?” He smirked as he got to his feet. “Let’s find out.” He took my hand, and we walked down the hallway, heading to the first exhibit, which was everything related to the Renaissance. There were paintings, sculptures, schematics of architecture. “This place is huge.” “But nothing compared to the Louvre.” “How does someone run a museum? How do you get people to hand over pieces for exhibitions?” “The museum is considered to be a heritage site. And since it’s been designated as such for so long, it’s just always been that way.” With my hand in his, he guided me down the hallways and into the Byzantine Empire and then the E

With a soft click, the door creaked open. The room beyond was entirely different from the main library. The air here was heavier, filled with the scent of aged paper and ink. Shelves lined the walls, packed with ancient ledgers and weathered manuscripts. Some of the books looked like they had been there for centuries—frayed edges, faded covers, and all. “This section contains the history of this realm,” Caden said, his voice quieter now. “These are the original texts. Nothing has been added or removed. You won’t find them anywhere else. They’re invaluable and also inaccessible."

He paused before adding almost as an afterthought, "At least, that's what most people believe." The guide glanced once more at the display before continuing. "Most of the consortium's records were donated to the University of Zurich after it dissolved. Every now and then historians borrow pieces for exhibitions like this." He smiled politely and excused himself to answer another visitor's question. For a few moments, no one spoke. Lucian looked at Elena. "The Institute." She nodded almost imperceptibly. "It fits." Richard, who had been quietly studying the exhibit, stepped back.

I take a closer look at him, and I can see the grey hair glistening under a poor attempt to hide it with a cheap dye. Without thinking, I draw the first chair out and sit. The woman shuffles a few pieces of paper around while the man takes a seat beside her. "Let us begin," the man announces, turning to the woman. A lump suddenly forms in my throat, and I swallow. The woman clears her throat, sliding a stapled packet towards herself while staring at me. "Ms. Jones, the university has received multiple formal complaints and risk-assessment reports related to your recent... publicity." Her voice is flat, and she offers me a tight smile that doesn't reach her eyes.

With a deep, mechanical click of ancient internal gears, the doors slowly swung inward. I stepped past him into the room, and the breath was instantly knocked right out of my lungs. If Elara’s shop was a cozy neighborhood corner bookstore, this place was a large-scale museum. The archives stretched up two full stories, capped by a magnificent vaulted ceiling of dark, heavy northern timber. Wall-to-wall shelves carved directly from the black stone were packed tight with thousands of leather-bound volumes, rolled vellum scrolls, and heavy, iron-clasped ledgers. In the center of the vast space sat long oak tables covered in brass reading lamps and inkwells, entirely cut off from the noise of th

“Ms. Croft, I will not repeat myself. If I agreed to help you then you must also respect the boundaries I have set. It’s my sincere request, please, keep me out your dolls’ play and stop using puns with me. Am I clear?” I dropped my fork on the plate and rose from my seat. Her face turned red with anger and embarrassment. “You barely ate, Doctor.” Dominic eyed me. “I am full besides I have better works to do than bragging here.” “I’ll be off to the pack hospital and then I have to visit the archive. I heard from Roman that this pack has the largest collection of old manuscripts and chronicles. Perhaps this decease has its roots from the past. I don’t want to miss anything.”