The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The ink was still wet on the final page of the ledger when the shadow detached itself from the corner of the armory. It did not move like a man; it moved like a stain spreading through water, silent and inevitable. I kept my eyes on the quill, on the precise arithmetic of grain and tithes, for I had sworn an oath to the Crown that my hands would tremble only at the sound of the trumpet, not at...

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