- Location
- Aotearoa
Said beach is a storm-tossed landscape littered with monstrous bones and broken weapons, with nary a letterbox to be found.
Just need to let the Grey College Registrars know of our new World's Epicentre Branch for Maintaining Aethyrric Throughput and I'm sure they'll get a secure drop-box set up for us in a jiffyWhen you reach the correspondence offices you find reason to frown as you consider the familiar array of pigeonholes. They're enchanted so that the eyes of any viewer slip past any square but their own, and you find your gaze skittering across them without finding any purchase in where you remember your pigeonhole being. You'd been in the same place for almost twenty years now, ever since your promotion to Journeyman, and finding it absent was quite jarring. With nothing else for it, you approach the nearby desks of the Registrars.
"Oh, Lady Magister Weber, you don't have a pigeonhole any more," says the young man you accost. "All the Lord Magisters have lockboxes. Do you want to access yours?"

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