Teekla sighed and snapped her pocket watch closed as she waited for
the charr to return. When she did, Teekla looked at the thin manilla
folders in her paws incredulously.
“Is that all you have?!
These are the inventors of the printing press! Surely, you at least
have the blueprints and schematics, if not any research and historic
logs.”
The charr looked nonplussed. “You'll need to file
paperwork with another department-”
Teekla groaned and
pressed her temples, tired of wasting time on red tape with the
militaristic government and their file system.
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