the Immobility Archive

Some Shards

Gertha watched the monitors in silence as Chief Archivist Burrkael crossed into the wing that housed the Forbidden Collection. Her claws stilled against the console. That wing was sealed by decree—its contents meant for the Queen Matron alone. Burrkael’s presence there was not curiosity. It was defiance, or permission far above Gertha’s station.

She shifted her gaze to the second bank of screens.

The Princess Mother had entered the Archive.

She moved with ceremonial slowness, attendants fanning out behind her like shadows given flesh. Gertha felt a low thrill coil in her gut. Two impossibilities, unfolding at once.

Without looking away, she reached into the tray beside her and plucked up a meat girl. The creature gave a thin, panicked sound before Gertha crushed it between her teeth. Warmth flooded her mouth. She chewed thoughtfully, humming as she swallowed, eyes fixed on the monitors.

Whatever was about to be unsealed, it would not remain hidden for long.