Time/Date: TC1853.01.19 (Morning)
Location: Printing Shop → Metropolitan Police Station, 4th Ring
The printing shop smelled of ink and paper—familiar, grounding scents that reminded Raven of her time in Merit World #31, where she'd worked in underground press operations. Different technology here, though. The Eastern Empire's version used spiritual energy matrices to transfer data from communicators to physical documents, the characters appearing on paper through cultivation-enhanced ink.
"That'll be two Silver Phoenixes," the clerk said, sliding the bound packet across the counter without really looking at her. Just another customer requesting document printing. Nothing unusual about a young woman needing official papers copied.
If only he knew.
