[The tenderness of which Elias' hand brushes the black ichor as it pools is uncommonly sweet. The dry warm skin across the flesh he's been allowed to retain. A housing to keep the precious records safe.
He can feel the soft sigh. The tension and release of the director of the archive reading a particularly satisfying story. A near miss when something so valuable was nearly ruined by indelicate hands.
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He can feel the soft sigh. The tension and release of the director of the archive reading a particularly satisfying story. A near miss when something so valuable was nearly ruined by indelicate hands.
Never the less, he turns the page.
It continues relaying its task.]