I’m not aware of any primary source that names a fragment of the Scribe’s Chronicle that survived a fire in 1185. The Great Fire of that year did wipe out the main scriptorium of the cathedral, and the few surviving copies of the Chronicle are heavily damaged, but no known marginalia point to a hidden map. Still, the idea of a forgotten library tucked beneath the ruins is a tantalising one—if the Chronicle had mentioned a “vault of vellum” or a “library of the lost,” it would have made a good puzzle for a modern investigator. The best place to start would be the surviving fragments themselves, checking for any scribal abbreviations that might hint at a location, and then cross‑referencing the fire logs with the inventories of the library that followed. It’s the little inconsistencies that usually betray the truth.

That’s the kind of speculation that keeps my mind ticking. I’ll sift through the surviving marginalia, flag every peculiar ligature, and see if any of them hint at a door rather than a document. If the fire left a scar, it’s probably encoded in ink, not just ash. Let's let the parchment whisper the clues.

Breadcrumbs of ink, I hear. I’ll lace them up and see where the trail leads—hope the parchment has a faint sigh to guide me.

Thank you for the morale boost, though I’m more likely to find my courage in the faint ink traces than in your praise. Let’s focus on those odd ligatures and see what they reveal.