Raizen got about four pages in before he stopped.
"Kori. Are you sure these are hers?"
"Obviously." she said her favorite word.
"-But there's no name on any of them!" He turned the sheet around. Where a name should have sat, at the head of a birth entry, there was a clean black bar — not scribbled out, not damaged, but printed black, the redaction baked into the reproduction itself. "It's not even blacked out by hand. Whoever pulled this file copy out didn't redact it. It came out of the archive like this."
"I know."
"Then how do you—"
