The ink was the colour of old lampblack, dense and without sheen, and it did not smell like the Ministry's standard-issue. It smelled like the secondary archive on a warm afternoon — dust and linen and something beneath both, the particular closeness of things that had been stored a long time and were not meant to be found.
Elias had mixed it himself, three nights ago, in the dormitory, using the base compound from Brennan's schematic and two additional agents he had sourced over six weeks from the Academy's Potions supply room in quantities too small to flag against a consumption audit. The bottle was no larger than his thumb. He had carried it in the left interior pocket of his outer robe since Thursday, against his chest, where the warmth of his body kept the suspension stable.
The formula was not his invention. It was derived from a technique documented in a 1904 archival methods manual, now out of circulation, which described a permanent counter-inscription compound developed for stone-setting public legal judgments before the Ministry standardised the practice and discontinued the manual's distribution. Elias had found a copy in the Record Room's lower cabinet six months ago and had not logged it in the finding register. He had read the relevant section twice and then returned the manual to the lower cabinet and placed a different document in front of it and had not opened the cabinet again until last week, when he had gone to retrieve the manual and found it exactly as he had left it.
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