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Gia sneezed violently, the dust from so many old books getting the better of her. She may have been Earth, but she wasn’t immune to the little human irritations.
Rubbing her nose absently she added a book to the heap next to her. Piles of leather bound volumes surrounded her at the large stone table reserved for visitors. Noomi and the other archivists all had their own private nooks hidden away in the stacks, but each of the major chambers had a communal table for tasks like hers.
She had been researching for hours. At first, she had been worried she’d be searching for a needle in a haystack, and she wasn’t wrong. However, she soon realized that the haystack was made of needles, pins, maces, and the occasional sword.
Despite Noomi’s suggestion to start with the indexes of artifact
