The Wistful Grid
The letters found in the vault of the Chancellery were written on parchment so thin it felt like the skin of a dried leaf, the ink faded to a rust-brown that spoke of age and neglect. They were the final entries of Julian Thorne, the last of the Court Alchemists, a man whose name had once been whispered with a mixture of reverence and terror in the corridors of the Grand Palace. Julian had been...
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