the smuggler’s bible

Lauressa

The library’s restricted section—rumored to be an archive of unimaginably blasphemous eldritch lore—is kept behind a locked door at the end of a hall past the reference shelves. Everyone knows there’s some heinous shit back there, but also nobody has actually ever seen it.

“We lost that key like fifteen years ago. I think it’s all donated junk anway.”

Lauressa departs the front desk, insulted by the vague obfuscation. She decides. as a first sortie, to jimmy the lock with a credit card. This strategy succeeds immediately.

It turns out the dark mystery is mostly (okay, entirely) pornography.