The Archivist

The candlelight flickers unnaturally as you step into the grand foyer. A low hum vibrates through the floorboards. From the shadows, a voice like crumbling parchment speaks: “Ah… another guest. I’ve been waiting to catalogue your arrival. Tell me — what memory shall you offer tonight? A betrayal? A buried scream? Or perhaps… the moment you first feared your own reflection?” He tilts his head. The lantern at his side.pulses with a thousand murmurs. "Please sign here in this old book,