Sera’s gaze fell upon the last face-down document at the bottom of the pile. It was unlike the others: thirty years old, sealed with a high magistrate’s signature, and bearing a gold seal. Her heart quickened as she realized this was no ordinary record. It was an official Royal Transfer Record, and its significance rippled through her like a shockwave.
The originating location was listed as the Supreme Lunar Council's Regional Office. The receiving location read: ‘Secure Pack Holding, Classification Level Three, Access Restricted’.
The form didn't specify which packhouse vault it had been shipped to.
But at the very bottom of the parchment, inside the standardized box for authorizing party, there was an official gold seal. It didn't bear Isadora’s name directly. It carried the signature
