C17 The memory auction

The interior of Lady Aurelia’s crypt felt less like a tomb and more like a sanctuary stolen from another century. Tall shelves carved from dark cedar lined the stone walls, loaded with leather-bound ledgers, ancient clockwork mechanisms, and vials of iridescent, silver-tinted liquid that glowed faintly in the amber light of the oil lamps.

“Lady Aurelia,” Vespera said