The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The iron bars of the magistrate’s office were not merely obstacles; they were the lattice of a world you had spent thirty years trying to measure, to understand, to buy, and to keep. You stand before them, your hands slick with the cold sweat of a man who has just realized that the currency he deals in is no longer recognized. The air smells of wet wool and old wood, a scent that belongs to the...

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