The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The ledger was cold. It sat on the oak desk like a stone. Rowan stared at it. The leather cover was cracked. The brass clasps were dull. He had held this book for thirty years. He had kept the secrets of the Court in its pages. Now he could not open it. His hands shook. Outside, the rain hit the high windows. The sound was a drumbeat. It marked the time. Time was the enemy. It ate the flesh. It...

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