Chapter 1 – The Right to Remain The Archive smells like dust and quiet ambition, the way libraries always do, but here it’s cleaner, almost sterile, filtered light sliding across the frosted glass of my office window. I like my office. Always have. It’s small, slightly cluttered with journals, a mug with a chip on its rim, and stacks of returned books I haven’t yet reconciled with the shelves. The frosted glass keeps the world at a distance, and the Archive’s pulse is just soft enough not to drown me. I boot up WorkReady. My little corner of the system hums to life as the login prompt fades. Overnight reports populate the screen, automated actions tallied, flags raised and resolved. The LOST items queue is first: books overdue by one month automatically fined, marked as vanished if no one returns them. The system never misses a beat. I like that. Reliability is a small comfort. I hover over the first report and nod to myself. Another stack of overdue fiction, some travel g...