(AVA)
The wolf community archive opens at nine. I am outside at ten minutes to.
The building is narrow and old, stone front, brass plate beside the door with the institution’s name worn almost smooth. I go in when the lock turns.
The woman at the front desk looks at my identification. She looks at my face. Her eyes move to the silver streak in my hair and stay there for just a moment longer than a normal check would require.
“Ms. Sinclair,” she says. “You have full access clearance. That was arranged last night.”
“I know. Thank you.”
“Is there a specific collection you need or would you like to start with the terminal?”
“The Silver Blood general registry,” I say. “And I may need physical documents pulled once I know what I am looking for.”
She holds my gaze for half a second. Then
