"Corridor six, number four hundred and twelve. The hour is nine." – the Keeper on duty, which is all he said
FIELD REPORT – Ferdinand Lusk REPORT 7 OF 14 SUBJECT: The Vaults beneath the Umbrarium; the Keepers' vow; a lamp paid privately Ninety steps down from the trading floor, by a stair that turns four times, the Vaults run under the whole of the night quarter: long corridors of whitewashed brick, each with its lamps set in iron brackets along one wall, every lamp at the same height and the same angle to the inch, and on the opposite wall, facing them, the shadows. I had thought I understood what I would see. I had seen the man's shadow take the table. I had not understood what a thousand of them would be. They stand along the whitewash in their rows, upright, each one a person's height, each pinned at the heel with a brass tack and a chalk number, each the exact shape of the person who stood on the marble on the day it was taken: this one with a hand half raised, this one with the head turned, this one very small. There is nobody in front of them. The corridor is empty, and the light is ...
From the lore of The Ledger of Shadows.