A Nocturnal Ledger, A Neimoidian Trade

#rune&Nute A brass library card-holder lay slightly agape on the dark shelf, an unratified hollow in the nocturnal peace. An uncertified space invites irregular traffic, so I approached with measured tread. Inside the dark recess rested a single ivory tally die with darkened pips. Bracing my heels against the warm mahogany grain, I gripped its cool edges and nudged the cube until the six-pip face was aligned squarely upright toward the passage. To confirm tenure, I slotted an abandoned copper washer firmly against its left flank. The nocturnal tally is audited and properly registered.