41 parts Ongoing MatureOFFICIAL DISCORD SERVER: https://discord.gg/NCn5VHTaj6
The act of archiving is, at its very core, a desperate attempt to grasp control from the unknown. To gather the fragments of insanity and stitch them into something... coherent. Understandable. Safe.
The Crowley Foundation was built to be a sanctuary for such endeavors. A place where the broken, the haunted, the physically, emotionally or spiritually scarred could leave their testimonies. Stories passed on from the victim in an attempt of healing, and information passed on to us for cataloguing and preservation. I believed that, once something is written down and locked away, it loses its power. I have since come to realise that that is not the case.
Today, I have hired a new Archivist. Her skepticism will serve her well. They always turn up here, eager to confront the dark corners of reality, to study it like a worm under the magnifying glass. This one is different. She wasn't my first choice, but she was the most stubborn. Quietly obsessive, she carries the kind of curiosity that borders on self-destruction. A tendency to pursue anomalies long after sound minds would have let them rest. Qualities that will make her both invaluable and dangerous to the Foundation.
She doesn't ask the right questions. She asks better ones, reaching for answers that I intend to keep secret. It's never meant to be easy.
I'm not entirely sure I've made the wisest decision, picking her. Though it's a situation that will resolve itself, in time. If she is wise, she will listen and adapt quickly. If she isn't so sharp, she will seek answers where they aren't. And if she is anything like the others... she will be devoured long before I have to step in.
[INSPIRED BY THE MAGNUS ARCHIVES
https://rustyquill.com/show/the-magnus-archives/]
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