The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The rain had not stopped for three days, a ceaseless, gray weeping that turned the red clay of the valley into a thick, sucking mire that held the feet of the living and the dead alike, and I walked through it with the heavy, iron-shod boots of the King’s Guard, feeling the cold seep up through the wool of my socks, a chill that was not merely of the air but of the soul, a profound and ancient...

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