The crate Dalla brought to Katarina's study weighed about thirty pounds and contained what appeared to be every piece of paper the Montecardi family had ever touched regarding festivals, filed using a system best described as "gravity."
"This is everything we have, Signora."
"Dalla, this is a box of loose paper."
"Yes, Signora. Everything we have."
[Oh my.]
Katarina stared into the crate. There were receipts crammed against budgets crammed against what looked like a grocery list from nine years ago. One page had a sketch of a bonfire on it. Another was just the word "LANTERNS" written in large letters with no additional context.
[Okay... I restructured the regional trade economy using Seris's old books as a starting point and somehow this is worse.]
But, this was exactly the kind of job she'd signed up for. So, she rolled up her sleeves, flexed her biceps, and started sorting.
