The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The snow fell like ash. Thomas stood alone in the courtyard. The stone bit into his back. He wore no armor. Only the wool tunic. And the silence. The castle breathed around him. Cold. Watchful. The torches guttered in the wind. Shadows stretched long. Thin. Like fingers. He waited. The gate creaked. A figure emerged. Sir Julian. His face was pale. His eyes were wide. "Thomas," Julian said. His...

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