The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The letter lay open upon the rough-hewn table of the watchtower, its ink faded to the color of dried blood, a testament to a journey that had taken three days to traverse the mountain passes. Thomas Bradshaw, the last of the King’s Wardens, sat with his back against the cold stone, his armor heavy and dull, the metal worn thin by years of vigilance. He was a man carved from the same granite as...

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