The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The stone bites deep. You do not flinch. To flinch is to break the line. You stand in the courtyard of the Black Spire. The air is thick with the scent of ozone and crushed thyme. Rain falls in sheets, cold and relentless, washing the blood from your blade. Your brother, Julian, is on the ground. His armor is cracked. His eyes are open, staring at the sky as if waiting for a verdict. You raise...

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