The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The tower stood in the dream, not as stone, but as a breath held for a century. Elara woke with the taste of dust on her tongue. Her hands were raw. The ink on the page was dry, but her fingers trembled. She sat up in the narrow cot in the attic room. Outside, the rain lashed against the shingles of the orphanage in Edinburgh. It was a cold, relentless rain. The kind that finds every crack in...

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