Ledgers filled workshop
Ledgers filled the workshop, their columns charting decades of transactions. Each entry detailed not a thing’s worth in itself, but the specific lock it could open within the city archives—the price mirroring access rather than age or material. The metallic scent of brass polish hung heavy as one traced the coded system, realizing agency resided less in the key's form and more in the networks it unlocked. A faint mark on a page suggested a recent appraisal, hinting at shifting currents of power just beneath the surface.