Attack On Survey Corps Gallery Unlockerzip 〈COMPLETE〉

They said the gallery was a sanctuary — a hush of varnish and glass where sunlight bent around frames like a reverent audience. For weeks the Survey Corps had held exhibitions there: maps drawn in meticulous ink, portraits that tracked every wrinkle of a soldier’s face, and relics wrapped in ribboned tissue. The building itself was a soldier — sturdy stone, iron bolted doors — and its keeper, an old sergeant turned curator, moved through the rooms with an eye that knew which stories could stand alone and which needed to be guarded.