The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The letter arrived on a morning when the sky over Oakhaven was the color of a bruised plum, heavy and swollen with a rain that had been promised for three days. Margaret Whitmore sat at her desk, the wooden surface scarred by decades of ink spills and the sharp, rhythmic tapping of her nails, and watched the wax seal break under the flat of her thumbnail. It was a letter from the Council of...

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