He reached for it when his eyes and brain were tired from transforming lists of chemical compounds, exhaustive lists of dates, lists of the family members of the Strata Dynasty, just, lists and lists, didn't anyone in High see fit but to write their data in lists?

Luckily he was able to pick and choose what he translated, and while he worked he got to recognizing words like archive, series, docket, screed, tab, and prospect as things that most likely hid lists in them; thereafter he was able to find journals, and manuals, and more in-depth histories, but still something about Kuheeyoh and her various trials he found morbidly refreshing. He wasn't sure if it was fiction yet — well, could he ever be sure? Just because the lists were boring didn't mean they were fact. As it was, he was alright with assuming that Kuheeyoh had really existed, a being with peculiar ability and not enough mental apparatus to rein it.

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