The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The feast was a thing of rotting grandeur, set upon a table of black oak in the center of the hall. You stood at the edge of the crowd, watching the candles flicker against the high, vaulted ceiling where the stone was damp and weeping. The air was thick with the scent of boiled turnips, stale beer, and the heavy, metallic tang of old blood. In the center of the table sat the bowl. It was made...

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