The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The letter arrived on a Tuesday, though the days had long since lost their meaning in the grey twilight of the castle. It was thick, cream-colored paper, smelling faintly of lavender and old ink, tucked into the hand of Wren, the young scribe who served Lord Aldric. Wren was fourteen, slight as a reed, with eyes that held a permanent, watery suspicion of the world. He held the letter with...

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