The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The ink was still wet. It bled into the parchment like a bruise. Elias stared at the date. The third of October. The year was unmarked, for time had grown thick and slow in the cell of the Guild Hall. The air smelled of damp stone and stale bread. Outside, the wind howled against the iron bars. It was a cold wind. A sharp wind. It cut through the wool of his tunic. It cut through his skin. It...

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