Moses answered quickly.
"Yes, my lord. I have it stored."
He held out one hand. Mana burst across his palm in a brief violet flare, rougher than the controlled release of a court mage and heavier than what most storage items gave off. The air bent around his fingers, and an object dropped into his grasp with a dull thud of weight.
At first it looked like an old map. Closer to a sheet of aged stone, hammered thin enough to bend without breaking, its surface dark gray and almost black, veined with pale mineral. The edges were uneven and cracked in places, yet the thing did not crumble. Moses held it with the care of a man used to breaking gates with his bare hands and abruptly asked to carry glass.
He brought his other hand to it and pulled.
The object widened between his palms.
