The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The rain had not stopped for three days, and the mud in the courtyard of the Abbey of St. Jude was deep enough to swallow a man’s boots whole. Thomas Ashworth stood at the edge of the cloister, his hands trembling not from the cold, which was a sharp and biting thing that settled into the marrow, but from the weight of the scroll he held. It was a letter, or rather, a series of letters, written...

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