The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The parchment lay upon the heavy oak desk, its edges curling slightly in the dry, heated air of the apothecary’s private study, where the scent of dried lavender and crushed beetle shells hung thick and cloying in the stagnant silence, a scent that Edmund had learned to associate with the slow, inevitable decay of his own spirit as he stared at the single, iridescent beetle head pinned to the...

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