1. There’s a reason we don’t keep gold near the old vault anymore. Coins rattle when no one’s there. Some of them come back... tarnished, like they’ve seen something.
2. I once saw a ledger update itself—whole entries written in a script none of us knew. The ink shimmered. It smelled like old air and burned paper.
3. The deeper ledgers—those written before the town was founded—are chained shut. I don’t touch them anymore. I don’t dream right when I do.