The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The ink is still wet on the page, a dark bruise spreading against the parchment, and your hand trembles not from the cold of the stone floor, but from the weight of what you have just written. You are Thomas Bradshaw, master of the guild, and you are writing your resignation to the High Council. Or rather, you are writing your confession. The distinction matters less to you now than the silence...

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