The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The ink is still wet on the vellum, bleeding slightly into the fibers like a bruise, and I am writing this to you, my darling, my only true companion in this labyrinth of stone and shadow, from the highest tower of the old citadel where the wind screams through the keyholes with a voice that sounds terribly like your name. You will not understand these words when you read them, for you are...

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