The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The ink is still wet on the parchment, glistening like a bruise under the pale, sickly light of the moon that hangs so low over the jagged teeth of the Caledonian highlands that one might think it is trying to scrape its silver belly against the granite to see if it can find a way down to us. I am writing this by the trembling hand of a boy who is no longer quite a boy, sitting in the cramped,...

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