The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, gray curtain that turned the world outside the window into a smear of mud and shadow. Silas Vane sat in his chair by the hearth, the leather creaking under the weight of his still uniform, the brass buttons catching the dim light of the dying fire like the eyes of dead beetles. He held the compass in his hands. It was an old thing, a brass...

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