The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The ink had not yet dried on the decree of my suspension when the bell in the great hall began to ring, a low, mournful thrum that seemed to vibrate not in the air but in the marrow of my bones. I stood before the High Council, a line of twelve men whose faces were carved from the same cold, unyielding granite as the walls that enclosed us, and I felt the weight of the silver medallion around...

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