ᚴᛅᛒᛁᛏᚢᛚᛁ 7
The archive was big. Massive. Supersize. It filled the entire floor of the building, with shelves and racks as far as the eye could see. There had to be hundreds of shelves spread across the room in neat rows, disappearing into the darkness at the other end of the hall. The ceilings were low compared to the ones on the upper floors, but still higher than they’d been in our flat back home.
“Follow me, quickly,” the Archivist said, once again hurrying away. Was he always in such a rush? I didn’t think a few minutes more would make a difference in finding the ring.
I sighed and hastened to catch up with him.
“This corridor passes the archive in chronological order,” he explained. “Here we have the most recent past, while the artefacts at the very end are all the way from the Ne
