The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The iron mail hummed against the bone, a low, resonant thrum that Elias Thorne felt not in his ears but in the marrow of his spine, a vibration that seemed to emanate from the very air of the labyrinthine keep where he stood, his breath misting in the cold, damp stone corridor that spiraled endlessly into a darkness so absolute it felt like a physical weight pressing against his retinas. He was...

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