{Javir}
Javir's office looked like it had been ransacked.
Books were stacked in precarious towers across every surface, scrolls unfurled atop them like sleeping cats, and papers covered in her own neat handwriting were pinned to the walls.
The Memory Snare sat in its glass case at the center of her desk, innocent-looking despite the absolute chaos it had inspired.
"Here we are," Javir murmured, carefully extracting a fragile journal from beneath a stack of historical records. The binding was cracked with age, the pages yellow and brittle.
This wasn't just any journal. It had belonged to Miridian Hayle, chief archivist and, if Javir's research was correct, one of the mages who had probably helped create the Memory Snare.
She opened it slowly, wincing at the crackle of ancient pages. Javir skimmed the entries, searching for mentions of the artifact.
