The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The ink was still wet on the parchment, bleeding slightly into the coarse fiber, when the first blow landed. It was not a heavy strike, but the sharp, percussive crack of a stick against the wooden frame of my window, a sound that cut through the silence of the cave like a knife through silk. I did not look up. I had learned, in the long, grey years since the burning of the archives, that to...

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