The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The ink is still wet on the page. You press the nib deeper into the parchment. It scratches. The sound is a thin, high whine that cuts through the silence of the room. Outside, the rain hammers against the leaded glass. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of old paper and candle smoke. You are writing to your superior. To the man who ordered the purge. To the man who will read this letter...

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