The city of Mercurion had existed for close to a hundred thousand years, so it went without saying that were would be tons of records for every plot let alone the various streets.
Lucian sighed in lament as the reality of his task set in, it was like trying to find a needle in a slightly organised haystack, "Well it's just you and me," he muttered to the lamp.
His night had only just begun.
Lucian passed row after row reading the name listed on the various gold plates that decorated the shelves.
It took him longer than he would have liked to finally reach the rows for Aviators Lane, he stopped by the first of many shelves and set the lamp down before pulling out an old ledger, because of his injured arm he had no choice but to put the lamp down in order to pick up anything.
