The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The rain did not fall so much as it was exhaled by the sky, a grey, weeping breath that settled upon the shingles of Blackwood Manor with the weight of centuries. I sat alone in the high tower, the window open to the storm, feeling the dampness creep into the marrow of my bones, a cold that was not merely physical but a profound spiritual erosion. In my hand, I held the iron stylus, its tip...

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