The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The ink had barely dried on the final entry of the ledger when Silas Thorne felt the familiar, cold weight of his own left hand. It was a heavy, calloused thing, mapped with the white scars of a lifetime spent wrestling with the loom, and he held it out in the dim, candle-lit air of his workshop, watching the smoke from the tallow candle curl around the knuckles like a ghost trying to possess...

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