The Last Archivist's Gambit

Previously

…"They are coming back," Lyra stated, her spectral form beginning to thin. "They know you are awake. You must choose, archivist. Will you remain a keeper of dust, or will you become the gambit?" And with that, she dissolved, leaving me alone once more in the echoing silence, the scent of ozone a stark reminder of the encroaching danger, and the weight of a prophecy settling upon my shoulders. The quiet life of the archivist was over. The gambit had begun.