The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The ink bleeds into the heavy cream paper of your ledger, a slow and deliberate hemorrhage of black that spreads like a bruise beneath the skin of your duty, and you find yourself staring at the single word you have written, *Mercy*, as if it were a wound that has finally opened to the air after years of festering under the bandages of protocol, the silence of the town of Oakhaven hanging thick...

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