The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The letter lay on the desk. It was cold. The ink was black. Silas stared at it. He did not blink. The candle flickered. Shadows danced on the wall. They looked like hands. They looked like chains. He was a soldier. He was a man of the wall. The wall was high. The wall was old. It stood in the city of Oakhaven. The city was ancient. The stones were gray. The sky was low. Silas read the words. He...

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