The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The ink on the parchment was still wet when I heard the heavy thud of the portcullis dropping in the courtyard below. I did not look up from the ledger. My hand, steady as a surgeon’s, recorded the final entry: one copper coin, one loaf of black bread, one death. The scribe’s quill scratched against the vellum, a sound like dry leaves skittering over stone. I am Aldous, Keeper of the Gate, and...

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