The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

You write this down because the ink is still wet on the parchment of your soul, and you must anchor it before it dries into silence. "Are you ready?" the Warden asks. His voice is a dry leaf scraping against stone. "I am," you say. But you are not. You are a vessel filled to the brim with a liquid that has no name, a substance thicker than blood and colder than iron. You are a medium, a...

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