The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The frost came down like a verdict. It settled on the high stone walls of the monastery. It crept into the cracks of the ancient floor. It touched the skin of the air, making it taste of iron and dust. Elara stood by the window. The glass was cold. Her breath fogged it. She wiped it away with a rough cloth. Outside, the forest was white. Dead. Silent. She looked at her hands. They were shaking....

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