The Wistful Grid

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2026-08-16 15:35:37 -

The Wistful Grid

The ink has dried, but the paper still smells of the damp wool of my cloak and the bitter, metallic tang of the tallow candle that burned out three hours ago. I am writing this by the pale, indifferent light of a moon that seems to mock the smallness of our world, sitting in the corner of the scriptorium where the air is thick with the dust of centuries and the silent, heavy breath of the...

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